Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the same thing make you laugh, you cry
And in the fast lane the strong and the weak 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 used to and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a young ghetto-boy grew up in the eye
So I to be a hustler and reach for the sky
And not am I ballin', right now is mo' ta'

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

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

don't hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you gotta 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 o' the family destined to fail
Predicted to spend my whole life in a
Fucked up and not the hype
I I would 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' paid to skip through the lime-light

See, we all got problems but some addressin'
And so at night I hit my knees and him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to minimize my
Nigga, to know how to dodge this 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 just it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies and mashing with agression,

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

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

Ain't never been like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip in the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with and you bitches that's friendly
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck with my
I out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy
fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban but I on never

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

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

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

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