Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

Aah, yir
Yeah, man
Wooh, yo
This everything man

What don't ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle will you down
you apart

Homie, the same thing make you laugh, you cry
And in the fast lane the strong and the weak die
That's the way the ball bounce and I often why
But I it all and not just a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for everything I buy
I was a young ghetto-boy that up in the eye
So I bowed to be a hustler and for the sky
And not only am I ballin', now is mo' ta'

It's like a sometime, you gotta hustle sometime
You use your mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
You gotta grind, looking for a savior
Use what the fuck I ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane
the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputter-out
If I was right and called my mamma a
It wouldn't have me this to to get this rich, I know

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle brake you down
you apart

What hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you gotta have
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

I was raised, the young nigga was
In the o' locs, no hope or rolemodels
The black sheep o' the family destined to
Predicted to spend my whole in a jail-cell
up and not believin' the hype
I know I be more than a fella
I zoomed up and see the
Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my grind
Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip skip the lime-light

See, we all got problems but some addressin'
And so at night I hit my knees and thank him for my
And ask him for to minimize my stress
Nigga, continue to know how to this Smith and Wesson
And with his help I perform in my best
And it's still hard with all this temptation and
And if I'm wrong, I accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my and mashing with agression, Lord

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In game you gotta have heart
This will brake you down
you apart

What hurt ya
Will make you stronger
In game you gotta have heart
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggas and you that's friendly
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck my penne
I out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy
Just fuck it, it's Babylon and might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban but I on never

I sit alone, I my fo' corner room loaded
'Cuz in these streets like a gamble
And Run DMC, is getting harder
So I'm taking of my golf hat and to the altar
Old nigga say to killers awaked you
But when you got it few homies stay true
This game's like Russian Roulette, we to death
Mash for weather, make the devil for chedder

What don't ya
Will only you stronger
In game you gotta have heart
This hustle will you down
Pull you

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this you gotta have heart
This hustle brake you down
you apart

Yo, won't you just stopping with us?
You know I'm saying, you take what you got
I take what I got, just stop with us
You motherfuckers got everything and your still
You motherfuckers got and you still ain't happy
It's you're world, motherfucker and you're ain't gonna get it right
Bitch!