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 back to your
The one kid that been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every years
To sprinkle, a bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey
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 like 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 we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
East to West Coast we

He a O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto
(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
cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, the twenty on a dub sack
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 bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king so I waited my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with
I stopped with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I all you weak rap niggas to death

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

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You're 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 this
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the
Word to my name tattooed to my arm
You revolve me, embalm me, calm 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
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
to West Coast we ridin'
Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make that cake, cop two five
Pimps and players, platinum
to West Coast we ridin'