Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

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

Yeah, I push hot my niggas got cheese
You run around frontin' you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers your krew, I ain't of
of fact, I'll murder ya

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

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

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

We them hustlers and that's who y'all
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 this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, here
To tell the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave
We die young, go to for murder 1
On a come-up, and that's where I'm from

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, uh before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines these raps
I was bustin' my gat the vocal groups
I with the truth
Why do wanna muffle my speech?
Imagine my raps if I in touch 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 niggas is lame you catz touch what I reach
And quiet as kept you niggas hush what I speech

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

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

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

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

We them hustlers and 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