Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
This hustle will brake you
you apart

Homie, the same 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 just a o' the pie
I used to and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young ghetto-boy that 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 a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle 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 for my life sputter-out
If I was right and my mamma a bitch
It have took me this to to get this rich, I know

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

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

I was raised, the nigga was scwabble
In the city o' locs, no 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 a fella
I up and see the light
Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight
Now a nigga is gettin' to skip skip through the lime-light

See, we all got problems but some need
And so at I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge this Smith and
And with his help I 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 with agression, Lord

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

What hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In game you gotta have heart
This hustle will you down
Pull you

Ain't never been shoot like 50 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 and you bitches that's friendly
forget what's up in me, fuck with my penne
I pull out the semme, put hoe's up in
Just fuck it, it's Babylon and might have a bomb
Just like the but I on never plan

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

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 game you gotta have heart
This will brake you down
you apart

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