Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fast lane the strong and the weak die
That's the way the ball bounce and I wonder why
But I needs it all and not a piece o' the pie
I used to and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young ghetto-boy grew up in the eye
So I to be a hustler and reach for the sky
And not am I ballin', right now is mo' ta'

It's like a jungle sometime, you hustle sometime
You gotta use mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
You gotta grind, stop for a savior
Use the fuck I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane
With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life
If I was and called my mamma a bitch
It have took me this to to get this rich, I know

What hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle will brake you
you apart

What hurt ya
only make you stronger
In game you gotta have heart
This hustle will brake you
you apart

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

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

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

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

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

I sit alone, I my fo' corner room ammo
in these streets like there's a gamble
And Run DMC, is getting harder
So I'm taking of my golf hat and kneelin' to the
Old nigga say to young awaked you
But when you got it only few homies stay
This game's like Roulette, we hustle to death
Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder

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

What hurt ya
Will make you stronger
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle will brake you
Pull you

Yo, you just stopping fucking with us?
You know what I'm saying, you take you got
I what I got, just stop fucking with us
You got everything and your still complaining
You motherfuckers got and you still ain't happy
It's world, motherfucker and you're ain't never gonna get it right
Bitch!