Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

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 and I often wonder why
But I needs it all and not just a o' the pie
I used to hope and 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 only am I ballin', now is mo' ta'

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

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

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

I was raised, the nigga was scwabble
In the city o' locs, no hope or
The black sheep o' the family to fail
to spend my whole life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believin' the
I know I would be more than a
I up and see the light
Nigga, got my mind right, nigga, got my tight
Now a nigga is paid to skip skip through the lime-light

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

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

What hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you have heart
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

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

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

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

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

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