Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

on trying,
You can never hold me down (you can't me)
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
You can never me down (you can't hold me)
C, C, Can't me

1.
This is boy music, American Dream
we let them choppers sing like that little nigga
No Auto-tune I'm tunning out the burrough
through ya borough, (Red) Camaro
I had 'em shook like coach on Bush
With 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push
I used to get my ass for listenin to spice 1
On the court, game point, fade away, one
same court the fiends get they white from
hustle till the night
down low, with a pocket full of money
shooting in my white 1's
roll seven of the night on my white 1's
I had a jumper, I was pumpin
Moms and pops was both gangsters any I will slump 'em
How the you think I got the name Game
Same way them got all of them fucking rings

Hustling Championship
Hustling street king
(Hustling) My moms worked the yard Shift
She was bustin it while I at straight Hustlin

2.
I had 2 brothers niggas fuck with 'em
They was like, that's our little brother don't fuck him
They 'em both so, I was like fuck it then
up the hommies im ready, nigga jump me in
Hopped in the G Ride, same one the be in
I'm bout to do these niggas worse Columbians
And I aint out the car like Trey did
I'm off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid"

Hustlin ring
Hustlin Metaphor king
Drop top chain swing
Hustlin,

3.
It was a Day in 1996
Fav bar Reasonable Over
Before that day, we aint shit about hova
He was Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers
But all we knew 5.0's and Toyota's
So, We took Y'alls swag took our rags
The way I see it, a fair exchange why you Mad
Son, Jay was one of my teachers
Bumpin but, couldn't get a feature
Was like, underage and couldn't get a beeper
Missing sales cuz the onions still in my sneaker
to Streetsweeper,
Dodgin the Reaper,
Hit My block after 8 o'clock I'll you a believer
We was movin white kid, the Beiber
Us and homeless no different we both feed 'em
Playing John Madden smoking all my weed up
Relaxin with my up, Waiting for the Re-Up

on trying,
You can never hold me
You can hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
C, C, hold me (x2)

4.
How I sell 10 and stay hood, somebody holla at me
If I go to jail you nigga aint throw a dolla at me
Like my nigga frog, threw his at me
Like when I was in the bay and 40 his colla at me
That's why when I come through, She like Halle Berry
I'm in Game by myself, Solitaire
now and then, you my see me with a couple friends
Same ones that was right there, When I had a ends
No Benz,
No House ,
a fucking Couch,
So shut Yo Mouth,
I zip it up, Say Fuck Rap
Fuck Interscope, my contract and rip it up
Bad Boy
Like BIG and
The Giant can't cuz niggas steady tryina dig him up
And while you Mother waitin on Toronto
I'm in the hood with
Stacking Rondo

Hustlin rings
Metaphor street king
(Hustling)And while you Fuckers waitin on Toronto
I'm in the hood Pancho
Rajon Rondo

on trying,
You can hold me down
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't me)
C, C, hold me

on trying,
You can hold me down
You can never me down (Naw, you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (Uh-Uh, you can't me)
C, C, Can't me