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 have
This hustle brake you down
Pull you

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

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

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle will you down
Pull you

What don't ya
only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have
This hustle brake you down
you apart

I was raised, the young nigga was
In the city o' locs, no or rolemodels
The black o' the family destined to fail
Predicted to spend my life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not the hype
I I would be more than a fella
I zoomed up and see the
Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight
Now a is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light

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

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

What don't ya
Will only you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
This hustle will brake you
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 rather sip Remmy in the back of Bentley
And only fuck with and you bitches that's friendly
Dont forget up in me, fuck with my penne
I out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy
Just fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a
Just like the Taliban but I on plan

I sit alone, I my fo' corner loaded ammo
'Cuz in these streets like there's a
And Run DMC, times is getting
So I'm taking of my hat and kneelin' to the altar
Old nigga say to young killers you
But when you got it only few homies true
This game's like Russian Roulette, we to death
Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this you gotta have heart
This will brake you down
Pull you

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

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