Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

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

Move like a king I roll hops
You try to flex bang another nigga
You gotta deal with this 'cause no way out
Why? money ain't never gonna play out

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

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

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, 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 than Bruce

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 'cause I'm never gonna be broke
When I die be bullets and gun smoke
Ya don't like my Fuck you
I'm rollin' 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 Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New hustler

Here I come, so you break North
As I stride, my chains glide back and forth
I care nothing 'bout you, and that's
All I love's my dope and presidents

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta get money than you got
So what, if some muthafucka gets
That's how the is played
Another brother slayed, the is deep

But they're us a band-aid
My education's low but I got dough
Raised a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro

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

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