Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Hustlin

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

I visualize a when we can stop hustlin
A dozen while we on the blocks rock smugglin
And these little gray is so addictive
Niggaz even paid with they homes, is some shit
But in the hood, you either known or you bail them out of county
Shit, you either own them, or you them for a bounty
Some do both
Or crook it up too, shit all three Kukoc
All this income, and the block starvin
No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not
The hood's real loaded up, my clip jerks
No boards to walk, you lucky if the 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 the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain

I a lot of pounds, in and out of town
A gotta clown. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of
I could die today. *I'm of hustlin*
I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a chicks
Viewed a lotta whips. 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
the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick
And your face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick
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 like me and stuck in this
State of mind, the blind meetin the
Everybody get they information from the
We could it but niggaz just hate tryin
I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a hate
make time, according to what the jakes 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 interstate
I try to stop but the hustler in me dyin

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