Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath got away
But we still get together every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of for your ears
Relax Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I to celebrate, why? - 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 hard for you to breathe you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never

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

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

1995, years from the day
I'm in the shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the homie
cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex when Nas
I was the only nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king so I waited my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did Jigga
I stopped beefin' with niggas, I'm "Ether" to niggas
the earth 'til there's no one left
"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 kill the tracks) East Coast

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

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