Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

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

Move like a king when I roll
You try to flex bang another drops
You gotta deal with this there's no way out
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna out

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

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a star
Nineteen, I got a fifty dollar car
Go to school, I goin' for it
Kiss my ass, the cap on the Moet
'Cause I don't wanna that crap
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 I seen in my life
Yo man, I just wanna with you man
How can I be

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

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

That's a joke 'cause I'm gonna be broke
When I die be bullets and gun smoke
Ya don't my lifestyle? 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 Jack
Ne-Ne-New Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Ne-Ne-New hustler

I come, so you better break North
As I stride, my chains glide back and forth
I care nothing you, and that's evident
All I love's my dope and dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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