Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

Hustler word I pull the trigger
my teeth spray till every nigga's gone
Got my sewn armored dope spots
Last I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop

Move like a king I roll hops
You try to flex bang another drops
You gotta deal with this 'cause no way out
Why? Cash money ain't gonna play out

I got nothin' to much to gain
In my brain I got a migraine
I get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right
my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie
Nineteen, I got a thousand dollar car
Go to school, I goin' for it
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the
'Cause I don't wanna hear that
I'd rather be a New Jack, Hustler

H U S T L E R

Yo man you know what I'm
You got it goin' on my man, I how it's goin' down
You got the fly cars, the girls, the
Look at ring right there

I it's real, it's gotta be real
Man, you the flyest nigga I in my life
Yo man, I just wanna roll you man
How can I be

What's up? You say you be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat
Out my face, fool I'm the
Bulletproof, I die harder Bruce Willis

Got my in effect, I bought 'em new Jags
So much cash, keep it in Hefty bags
All I about is keys and Gs
that, me workin' at Mickey D's

That's a joke 'cause I'm gonna be broke
When I die there'll be bullets and gun
Ya don't like my Fuck you
I'm rollin' with the New Jack and I'm a hustler

H U S T L E R,
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New Jack

Here I come, so you break North
As I stride, my gold chains back and forth
I care 'bout you, and that's evident
All I my dope and dead presidents

Sound Well it isn't
The justifies the means, that's the system
I learned in school then I dropped out
Hit the streets, a grip and now I got clout

I had nothing, and I it
You had and you flaunted it
Turned the into the greedy
With cocaine, my success speedy

Got me twisted, jammed a paradox
Dollar I get, another brother drops
Maybe that's the plan and I understand
God damn you got me in quicksand

But I don't know and I ain't never learned
I gotta get paid, I got to earn
my posse, out on the ave
Bump my sounds, a forty and laugh

Cool out and watch my new Benz
Is this a Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my
You wanna journey through hell? Well gets hot

teens, children's screams
Life is weighed on the scales of a beam
You don't here much, and ya better not
move
(Bang)
cot

I gotta get more money you got
So what, if muthafucka gets shot?
how the game is played
Another brother slayed, the is deep

But they're givin' us a
My low but I got long dough
Raised like a pit bull, my heart nitro

on silk, lie like a politician
My Uzi's my friend, cold as a mortician
me up, it's genocidal catastrophe
There'll be another one after me a

H U S T L E R,
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New Jack

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New hustler

New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Jack hustler