Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the same thing 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 a piece o' the pie
I used to and wish for everything I couldn't buy
I was a ghetto-boy that 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 like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle
You gotta use your mind, mouth and muscle sometime
You gotta grind, stop 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 my mamma a bitch
It wouldn't took me this to to get this rich, I know

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

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

I was raised, the nigga was scwabble
In the city o' locs, no hope or
The black sheep o' the family to fail
Predicted to spend my whole in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believin' the
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' paid to skip through the lime-light

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

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

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

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

I sit alone, I my fo' room loaded ammo
in these 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 killers awaked you
But when you got it only few homies stay
This game's like Russian Roulette, we hustle to
Mash for weather, make the devil marker for

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

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

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