Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way before The Firm, back in the day
Nas was the first New nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your
The one kid that would've been that got away
But we still get together like every several
To sprinkle, a bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid
Low-key, know G's, but it's still luggage
I Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, - 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
Hard body, Mr. never leaving

Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make that cake, cop two five
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to 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 the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB G)
(What you got's) A of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast the tracks) East Coast gunshots

1995, eleven from the day
I'm in the record with choices 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 both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped
For my niggas it was too complex Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, The Firm
Dre was then 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 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 a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East gunshots

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a coffin'
The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my name and I came with Rugers time
And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
You revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or these bullets I'm busting
See malarky you yappin'
I open up the to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, bagging grams and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm with Doc

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