Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fast the strong survive and the weak die
That's the way the ball and I often wonder why
But I needs it all and not a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for I couldn't buy
I was a young that grew up in the eye
So I bowed to be a 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 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 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 don't ya
only make you stronger
In game you gotta have heart
This hustle will brake you
you apart

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

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

See, we all got but some need addressin'
And so at night I hit my knees and him for my blessings
And ask him for to minimize my stress
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith and
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 accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies and mashing with agression,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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