Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way before The Firm, back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to face
The one kid that would've Aftermath that got away
But we get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still 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, why? - I can vision
Collages and images of my with no regret to hate
So breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never

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

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

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 fuck it, I both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex Nas rhymed
I was the only nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em
Ended my peers careers, at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I my differences like he did with Jigga
I beefin' with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
Comb the earth 'til there's no one
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you rap niggas to death

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

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

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