Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

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

like a king when I roll hops
You try to bang another nigga drops
You deal with this 'cause there's no way out
Why? Cash money never gonna play out

I got nothin' to much to gain
In my I got a capitalist migraine
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin'
Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my tight

So many hos on my jock, I'm a movie star
Nineteen, I got a fifty dollar car
Go to school, I ain't for it
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the
I don't wanna hear that crap
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack,

H U S T L E R

Yo man you know I'm sayin'?
You got it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin'
You got the fly cars, the girls, the
at that ring right there

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

What's up? You say you be down?
back, or muthafucka get beat down
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, gotta keep it in Hefty
All I think about is and Gs
Imagine that, me workin' at 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 with the New Jack crew 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 Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Jack hustler

Here I come, so you better North
As I stride, my gold glide back and forth
I care nothing you, and that's evident
All I my dope and dead presidents

Sound crazy? Well it
The ends justifies the means, that's the
I learned that in then I dropped out
Hit the streets, checked a grip and now I got

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

Got me twisted, into a paradox
Every Dollar I get, another brother
Maybe that's the plan and I don't
God you got me sinkin' in quicksand

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

out and watch my new Benz gleam
Is this a nightmare? Or the dream?
So think if you're coming down my block
You wanna journey through Well shit gets hot

Pregnant teens, screams
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple
You don't here much, and ya better not
Wrong
(Bang)
cot

I get more money than you got
So what, if muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the is played
Another brother slayed, the wound is

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

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

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

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

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

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