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 rappin' with Dre
So of I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid
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
Collages and of my lies with no regret to hate
So every I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high
So the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones leaving

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

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

1995, eleven years the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to
"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 twenty on a dub
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and that
For my it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the Compton 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
my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap to death

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

Yo, the Jordans
Come off the dice with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you it I bust it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to tape hatin'
ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you with Nas
That's my and I came 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 me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge bullets I'm busting
See malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I clapping
Nasty man, from grams and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

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