Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Hustlin

Ohh, JU-ICE, got my nigga in the house with
me tonight. Conglom in this bitch, Marvo
Whole crew in motherfucker, for real. Malik
when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I you
niggaz the truth was

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

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

I'm of hustlin, I had enough enough of this
Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to me quick
And throw your in the mud, why is you fuckers sick
Before I go to jail, homie up the fifth
It's so unfortunate, my actions me up to this
Just know there's other people like me and they stuck in
State of mind, the blind meetin the
Everybody get information from the grapevine
We could make it but niggaz just tryin
I own the cops, I'm to witness a hate crime
make time, according to what the jakes find
Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make
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 interstate
I try to stop but the hustler in me dyin

And Ma$e even said he a drop to tour on
But Ma$e even go, that's a oxy moron
Bullets penetrate the of the innocent
Half the brock runners, only they 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
on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there
So we slang 'caine, gangbang, remain
If it's even possible, a nigga maintain
We put little of rocks in the hands of children
And conceal them they're standing by abandon buildings
The we get, the broker the hood
Tyson is broke but is good
the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight
I don't wanna to hustle no more, right