Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

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

It's like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle
You gotta use your mind, mouth and your muscle
You grind, stop looking for a savior
Use the fuck I gave 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 a bitch
It wouldn't have took me this to to get rich, I know

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

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

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 spend my whole life in a
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 tight
Now a nigga is gettin' to skip skip through the lime-light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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