Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Hustlin

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

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

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 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 lotta rules, I a lotta fools
I paid a lotta dues. *I'm of hustlin*

I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough of this
the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick
And throw your face in the mud, why is you fuckers
Before I go to jail, I'ma up the fifth
It's so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to
Just know there's other people me and they stuck in this
of mind, the blind meetin the blind
Everybody get they information from the
We could make it but niggaz hate tryin
I own the cops, I'm 'bout to a hate crime
They time, according to what the jakes find
Hustlin is like, squeezing tryin to make wine
I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta and break mine
I'm on the block, cops come, hit the gate time
Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate
I try to stop but the hustler in me dyin

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