Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Want To Be A Hustler

Yeah, it's that shit,
Didn't wanna be a but I had no choice
Y'all don't know what that is, that's shit, what
Didn't wanna be a hustler but I had no
Lemme school for a minute, what

I didn't wanna be a
Didn't hurt my mother
I know she raise me that way
But I had to my family
"Lord, watch his back," she did
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm

Because of my surroundin', I had no real an'
Knew that I was goin' not even
This was my destiny, a prodigy
Livin' in poverty really checked my
Brought out the in me

I wanna be a hustler, no
Didn't hurt my mother, oh but
I know she didn't me that way
But I had to feed my
"Lord, his back," she did pray
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm

the crib and the 600
I was a shorty on the block
A little punk just like you
Loud mouth knucklehead who loved to too

But I learned the real way of winnin' the
Is not for another cat, makin' him famous
But coppin' me a brick, on the low
Hustled it myself, now I'm never gonna be

I wanna be a hustler
wanna hurt my mother, oh no
I know she didn't me that way
But I had to feed my
"Lord, watch his back," she did
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm

This the part right here

All day, all and all day, had to get my pay, but
Some out there know what I'm talkin' about
But the stacks, and stacks of cash
Kept my pockets fat,

All day, all and all day, had to get my pay, but

But the stacks, stacks and of cash
my pockets fat

I get it
Now if you got it like they want it and you it
Now say ohh
Dave make 'em holla for dolla

Oh oh oh
get my money, y'all
Hey, hey
Didn't be

I wanna be a hustler
Didn't wanna hurt my
I know she didn't me that way
But I had to feed my
"Lord, his back," she did pray
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm

I didn't be a hustler
Didn't wanna hurt my
I know she raise me that way
But I had to my family
"Lord, his back," she did pray
I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm

say, ohh

get that, ohh