Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the same thing make you laugh, you cry
And in the fast lane the survive and the weak die
That's the way the ball bounce and I often why
But I it all and not just a piece o' the pie
I to hope and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young ghetto-boy 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 hustle sometime
You gotta use mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
You gotta grind, stop looking for a
Use what the fuck I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the
With the 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

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

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

I was raised, the young nigga was
In the o' locs, no hope or rolemodels
The black o' the family destined to fail
Predicted to spend my whole life in a
Fucked up and not the hype
I know I be more than a fella
I up and see the light
Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my 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 thank him for my
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge Smith and Wesson
And with his I will perform in my best
And it's hard with all this temptation and testin'
And if I'm wrong, I just it as a lesson
As I all my enemies and mashing with agression, Lord

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

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

Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the of this Bentley
And only fuck niggas and you bitches that's friendly
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck my penne
I pull out the semme, put 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 loaded
'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 homies true
This game's like Roulette, we hustle to death
Mash for weather, the devil marker for chedder

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

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