Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a sandwich on the hunnid spoke
Pork and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., they up stop, we got it real real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an they sign
Man, fuck, how my damn luck
This no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy the Prezzy
A pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, hurl the fifth
Back an forth we and dip

pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
'em wit that lead foot an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', an chunky
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the
Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I

Quick to an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for
Standin' on the curb, days begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's gettin' payed
along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my ways

Now wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer
be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too to gaze, with they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard,

If you the cards you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get what I

If you play the cards you
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the bird
To and get what I deserve

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my husband got to eat some mo
Dough is Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
these streets alone

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me
I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now the otha side, ova them hills
dude that own them mills
Tha sto is open for sale
These junkies smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, weel, big grill
Wood grain sturnweel, it up, be still
Lay it on the scales

I'm out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my money back, broke
Feel like I got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa need a new
Get my on, hustle that bustle
To make my grip in any zone

Bundle that bubble, let's make it
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
Anything you ask fo', we got you need
To these college degrees we to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you play the you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

If you play the cards you
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get I deserve

Hustla carry many
Whether you a in them books
Whether you usin' your or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a
Prophit, hit 'em it

I pause and a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an a beddy ro
I gotta be worse a hust fa mine
If I crush it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's y'all
Wit' all dem stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, neva be a dog
My state of on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, have you bust for all my niggas
for the days so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?