Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB G
Do the

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it to your face
The one kid that been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears
Relax Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, - cause I can vision
and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at altitude
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones leaving

Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West we riders

He a O.G
(Mix that with a true G)
(What you got's) A of some different ghetto blocks
(West kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast

1995, eleven from the day
I'm in the record shop choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the homie
Wanna cop but only got a twenty on me
So it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and that
For my niggas it was too complex Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king so I waited my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with
I stopped beefin' niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap to death

He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) Coast gunshots

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I it, you bluff it I bust it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you fooling Nas
That's my name and I came with Rugers time
And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You can't me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or these bullets I'm busting
See that's malarky you
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start
Nasty man, from bagging and running from cops
To a on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
East to West Coast we
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make cake, cop two five fivers
and players, platinum diamonds
East to Coast we ridin'