Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a true G
Do the

Way before The Firm, like in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga with Dre
So of course I got a track to it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath got away
But we get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly with grey eyes
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 breath I take, is all about the rules
It's for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. never leaving

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

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

1995, years from the day
I'm in the record shop with 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 stole both, spent the on a dub sack
the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex when Nas
I was the only Compton with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard was learned"
So I my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped 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 true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking
The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Pluck ashes - of cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my name and I with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" 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 malarky you
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start
Nasty man, from grams and running from cops
To a on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

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