Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fast lane the strong survive and the die
That's the way the ball bounce and I often why
But I needs it all and not a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for everything I buy
I was a ghetto-boy that grew 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 jungle sometime, you gotta sometime
You gotta use your mind, mouth and muscle sometime
You gotta grind, stop looking for a
Use what the fuck I ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane
With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my sputter-out
If I was and called my mamma a bitch
It wouldn't have took me this to to get rich, I know

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

don't hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you have heart
This hustle 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 destined to fail
Predicted to my whole life in a jail-cell
up and not believin' the hype
I know I be more than a fella
I up and see the light
Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my grind
Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip through the lime-light

See, we all got problems but some need
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 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 accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies and mashing agression, Lord

don't hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

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

Ain't never 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 of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggas and you bitches that's
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck my penne
I pull out the semme, put up in Timmy
Just fuck it, Babylon and nigga might have a bomb
Just the Taliban but I on never plan

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

What hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you have heart
This hustle will brake you
Pull you

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

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