Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers Dream

Dre and
Niggas everything live, nigga
Like and The Game back in the day play it live, nigga
Fuck you niggas know about makin
You know shit
(Ha ha)
Fuck you seen a nigga in his 20s with a guitar, bitch?

1:
Mothers son, so I
Had to knock a nigga the fuck out on the block if he ever made my cry
I was O Dog and Lorrenz taste dreams red niggas know what i mean
Red rag top and i made the pop
Before niggas came with spots, man
I was a man, dope man
I tried to tell em i could never be a felon, i was too good at
Crack, X, Speed, and Heroin - fiends to call me Monroe, cause i used to kill em down in Marilyn
Puttin niggas underground give me a he still alive fuck him, i was on that level
then i aint believe in God, if he heal like they say on tv why bullets leave a scar?
Revenge is a feelin, but on my sons life when i the 2 niggas that shot me ima, kill em

Desperate ive been waiting all my life
No i promise this will be my time
I know hustlin leads us to an early
But its the only way, how come niggas dying day?

2:
I watched the coke price double up, i was too to be a cook, so i had to sit back and watch it bubble up
Sittin in the seein gang bangers knuckle up
Watchin the wind blow girls while they double dutch
I had straight ds i wasnt in trouble
you do my homework for me or ima fuck you up
Moms for me told her friends i was a nice student
a had all a's if algebra was Ice Cube
There it is, i studied a veteran hopin that one day i could be a fuckin hip hop
I listened to Nas, Big, Dre, Snoop and though Pac hated him i bumped Jay too
Reasonable Doubt and let it play straight through
Used to my head back, like Kanye do
Niggas never thought that i would break through, Irv, Gotti, and P passed but Jimmy and Dre knew

No clue on part

3:
Im to my niggas, All Stars and Timberlands
(North Face is a pin and its a thugs marchin?)
For the departed I elevated my knowledge
They say that i was name droppin, i was just payin
For Lil E and Tiana, im sayin that dear help me read between the lines pass periods and commas
The million dollar young homie tryna prosper
Act like you see me, you might win a Oscar
Act like you see me, I might just pop ya
Niggas singin Sinatra i box like Bernard Hopkins
Left jab like Oscar, im the golden boy, you niggas what happened to Roy
Yeah, you seen what happened to Roy
On my block box we the knockout boys
Sittin in the throne with the Douja sparkin, its my and i aint movin like Rosa Parks
Ima be