Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way before The Firm, like in the day
Nas was the first New York rappin' with Dre
So of I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath got away
But we still get 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 it's Gucci luggage
I love Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I to celebrate, why? - cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to
So every breath I take, is all about the
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
body, Mr. Jones never leaving

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

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

1995, eleven from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left
Wanna cop both but got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, the twenty 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 nigga with a "New York of Mind"
Inside the dope bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king so I waited my turn
Fast forward, now I'm 'em burn
my peers careers, hollered 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
Comb the earth there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to

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

Yo, the Jordans
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 duct tape
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
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" movie's the
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me
Rob me or these bullets I'm busting
See that's you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I clapping
man, from bagging grams and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm with Doc

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