Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

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

Yeah, I push hot fees my niggas got
You run around frontin' like you got keys
You never flipped burgers krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll ya

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

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

We them hustlers and 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 know
We get low, get flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas 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, dawg of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to jail for 1
On a come-up, and that's where I'm from

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

wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
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 ain't
Misinterpurate, dawg, I put in
I got a name, and my shit sound
Still keep them thangs next to the

We them hustlers and who y'all know
We get low, get dough gold for sho'
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 cheese pop for R O C

Uh, uh, uh before these rhymes
I was bustin' these before these raps
I was my gat before the vocal groups
I with the truth
Why do catz wanna muffle my
Imagine my 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 lame you catz can't touch what I
And quiet as kept you can't hush what I speech

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

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

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