Luyện nghe bài hát New Jack Hustler

Hustler word I the trigger long
Grit my spray till every nigga's gone
Got my block sewn dope spots
Last thing I sweat's punk cop

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

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

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

H U S T L E R

Yo man you know what I'm
You got it on my man, I like 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 gotta be
Man, you the flyest I seen in my life
Yo man, I just wanna with you man
How can I be

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

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

a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke
When I die be bullets and gun smoke
Ya like my lifestyle? 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 Jack
Ne-Ne-New Jack
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Ne-Ne-New hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Jack hustler

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

Sound crazy? it isn't
The ends justifies the means, that's the
I that 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 needy the greedy
cocaine, my success came speedy

Got me twisted, jammed a paradox
Every I get, another brother drops
Maybe that's the and I don't 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 money to
my posse, out on the ave
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
Jack hustler
New Jack, New Jack, New hustler
Jack hustler