Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Hustlin

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

I visualize a when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we on the rock smugglin
And little gray stones is so addictive
even paid with they homes, is some sick shit
But in the hood, you either them or you bail them out of county
Shit, you either own them, or you sell them for a
Some even do
Or crook it up too, all three like Kukoc
All income, and still the block starvin
No monopoly, it's gardens, not Marvin
The hood's real loaded up, my clip jerks
No boards to walk, you if the water 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 start in game
It's the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain

I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of
A nigga gotta clown. sick of hustlin*
I moved a weight, through a lot of states
I die today. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta bricks, a lotta chicks
a lotta whips. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta
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 your face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick
Before I go to jail, homie up the fifth
so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this
Just know other people like me and they stuck in this
of mind, the blind meetin the blind
Everybody get they information from the
We could make it but just hate tryin
I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a crime
They make time, according to what the find
Hustlin is like, squeezing tryin to make wine
I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break
I'm on the block, come, it's hit the gate time
Hop in the truck, and we hit the flyin
I try to stop but the in me ain't dyin

And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to on
But Ma$e ain't go, that's a oxy moron
penetrate the chest of the innocent
Half the runners, only strip they ever get is in
My Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq
He get back and have to fight blacks
So you could go elsewhere, come back, no
Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself
So we 'caine, gangbang, remain sane
If even possible, a nigga gotta maintain
We put bags 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 but Oprah is good
Touching the fo-fo, it so so tight
I don't wanna have to no more, right