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 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 like several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears
sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, - cause I can vision
Collages and of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all the rules
It's hard for you to breathe you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's
Hard body, Mr. Jones never

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

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) East Coast
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 gunshots

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

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

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 sideways talking, so I lay
I patient, to duct tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get ass niggas
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm
See malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start
Nasty man, from bagging grams and running from
To a mill' on the hand, a on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

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