Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it to your face
The one kid that would've Aftermath that got away
But we get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still luggage
I love Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
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 like you at high
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The back
Hard body, Mr. never leaving

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

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

1995, eleven from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the homie
Wanna cop both but got a twenty on me
So it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped
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 then so I my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, 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
Comb the 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you 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 kill the tracks) Coast gunshots

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking
The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talking, so I lay
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
ashes - 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
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 to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking Doc

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