Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

If a nigga know the Memph I the type to front
I'll put any gun to you type you want?
Supply any drug for you what you want?
Bag any for you nicer slut

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

I heard you spit shit but it's indirect
Say my and see where I end this tech
I got a lot of for this 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 it's but schemes
New to sell records I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot, not, ignore it

We them 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

We them hustlers and 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

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

I done learned from that and that Lopez shit
I runnin' in no club on some loco shit
catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch your in the club put nut in your bitch

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

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

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

Uh, uh, uh before these rhymes
I was bustin' these before these raps
I was bustin' my gat before the vocal
I spoke the truth
Why do catz wanna muffle my
my raps if I wasn't in touch with the street

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

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

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

We them hustlers and that's who know
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 gold for
We them gangstas who we be
We got pop three for R O C

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