Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Hustlin

Ohh, JU-ICE, got my nigga Heron in the house
me tonight. in this bitch, wattup Marvo
crew in this motherfucker, for real. Malik
when is you holla at yo boy man? I told you
niggaz what the was

I a time when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we on the blocks smugglin
And little gray stones is so addictive
Niggaz even paid with they homes, is sick shit
But in the hood, you known them or you bail them out of county
Shit, you either own them, or you sell for a bounty
Some even do
Or crook it up too, shit all three like
All this income, and the block starvin
No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not
The hood's real loaded up, my slaughter jerks
No boards to walk, you lucky if the works
As I move on, I to see the law love it
The broken and I'm partially the cause of it
Very few get to in this game
It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to

I a lot of pounds, in and out of town
A nigga clown. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I a lotta weight, through a lot of states
I die today. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a bricks, screwed a lotta chicks
Viewed a whips. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I break a rules, I shake a lotta fools
I paid a lotta dues. sick of hustlin*

I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough of this
Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to me quick
And throw face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick
Before I go to jail, homie I'ma up the
It's so unfortunate, my actions me up to this
Just know there's other people like me and stuck in this
State of mind, the blind meetin the
Everybody get they from the grapevine
We could make it but niggaz just hate
I own the cops, I'm to witness a hate crime
They time, according to what the jakes find
Hustlin is like, grapes tryin to make wine
I'm tryin to bake a lotta bread and break mine
I'm on the block, cops come, it's hit the gate
Hop in the truck, and we hit the flyin
I try to but the hustler in me ain't dyin

And even said he bought a drop to tour on
But Ma$e ain't go, that's a oxy moron
Bullets penetrate the of the innocent
Half the brock runners, only strip ever get is in
My nigga Heron, he goes to in Iraq
He get right back and have to blacks
So you go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare
Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put there
So we 'caine, gangbang, remain sane
If it's possible, a nigga gotta maintain
We put little bags of rocks in the of children
And conceal them while standing by abandon buildings
The we get, the broker the hood
Tyson is broke but Oprah is
Touching the fo-fo, it so so tight
I don't wanna have to hustle no more,