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 have heart
This hustle brake you down
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 wonder why
But I needs it all and not just a o' the pie
I to hope and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young that grew up in the eye
So I bowed to be a hustler and for the sky
And not am I ballin', right now is mo' ta'

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

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

What don't ya
Will only make you
In this you gotta have heart
hustle will brake you down
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 life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believin' the
I I would be more than a fella
I up and see the light
Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my tight
Now a is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light

See, we all got problems but some need
And so at night I hit my knees and thank him for my
And ask him for to minimize my stress
Nigga, to know how to dodge this Smith and Wesson
And with his I will perform in my best
And it's still with all this 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 hurt ya
only make you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
This hustle will brake you
Pull you

don't hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
This will brake you down
Pull you

Ain't never been shoot 50 Cent 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 fuck with niggas and you bitches that's friendly
forget what's 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 a bomb
Just like the Taliban but I on never

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

What hurt ya
Will make you stronger
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle will brake you
you apart

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

Yo, won't you just fucking with us?
You what I'm saying, you take what you got
I take 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 never gonna get it right
Bitch!