Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Sup wit' lame ass niggas, man?
I'm you
Niggas keep runnin' to rap shit, you kna' mean?
Like y'all built that
Y'all betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Y'all niggas ain't for this shit

If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the to front
I'll put any gun to you what type you
Supply any for you what high you want?
Bag any chick for you slut

Yeah, I push hot fees my got cheese
You run around frontin' you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers your krew, I heard of
of fact, I'll murder ya

I heard you spit shit but it's indirect
Say my and see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for but dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef when rap, it's real

Nuttin' a lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game it's nuttin' but
New ways to records I aim for it
Put it out if hot, not, just ignore it

We them and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip for sho'
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We them hustlers and who y'all know
We get low, get flip gold for sho'
We gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

Yo, yo is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe here
To the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to for murder 1
On a come-up, nigga and where I'm from

I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco
I'ma catch you you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club put nut in your

Niggas see the Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool, nigga, use the
You could bootleg my I want me a chunk
Deuce I'm not a chump, I'll leave you in the trunk

What part of that you understand, or ain't hear?
Misinterpurate, dawg, I put in
I got a name, and my shit sound
Still keep thangs next to the abdomenol

We them hustlers and that's who know
We get low, get dough flip gold for
We them gangstas who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for
We gangstas that's who we be
We got pop three for R O C

Uh, uh, uh yeah before these
I was bustin' these nines these raps
I was my gat before the vocal groups
I spoke with the
Why do catz wanna muffle my
Imagine my raps if I wasn't in with the street

On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the
I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps wit beats
You is lame you catz can't touch what I reach
And quiet as you niggas can't hush what I speech

My story's too deep life real, as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you
You niggas me the cat who be tearin' these streets
Ain't nothin' changed but my name when I appeared on beats
It's Mac

Sigel was the name that they me
The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that,
'Cause some niggas don't know they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go

We hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip for sho'
We them that's who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get flip gold for sho'
We them that's who we be
We got cheese pop for R O C

We hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough gold for sho'
We them gangstas who we be
We got pop three for R O C