Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

don't hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
This hustle 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 and I often wonder why
But I needs it all and not a piece o' the pie
I to hope 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 like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle
You gotta use mind, mouth and your muscle sometime
You grind, stop looking for a savior
Use what the I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane
the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life sputter-out
If I was and called my mamma a bitch
It wouldn't have took me to to get this rich, I know

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

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In game you gotta have heart
This hustle will brake you
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 life in a jail-cell
up and not believin' the hype
I know I would be more a fella
I zoomed up and see the
Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight
Now a is gettin' paid to skip skip through the lime-light

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

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

What don't ya
Will only you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
hustle will brake 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 niggas and you bitches friendly
Dont what's up in me, fuck 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 never

I sit alone, I my fo' corner room loaded
'Cuz in these streets like there's a
And Run DMC, times is 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 few homies stay true
game's like Russian Roulette, we hustle to death
Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder

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

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

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