Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

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

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

I got nothin' to lose much to
In my brain I got a capitalist
I get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right
Taking my grip, check my bitch, my game tight

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie
Nineteen, I got a fifty dollar car
Go to school, I ain't for it
my ass, bust the cap on the Moet
'Cause I wanna hear that crap
Why? I'd 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 how it's goin' down
You got the fly cars, the girls, the
Look at ring right there

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

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

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

That's a joke 'cause I'm never be broke
When I die there'll be bullets and gun
Ya don't like my lifestyle? 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 Jack
Ne-Ne-New hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New hustler

I come, so you better break North
As I stride, my gold chains back and forth
I care nothing 'bout you, and evident
All I my dope and dead presidents

Sound crazy? Well it
The justifies the means, that's the system
I learned in school then 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 into the greedy
With cocaine, my success speedy

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

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

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

teens, children's screams
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple
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
brother slayed, the wound is deep

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

Sleep on silk, lie a politician
My my best friend, cold as a mortician
Lock me up, genocidal catastrophe
There'll be another one after me a

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

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