Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk matter tho'
I don't who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, hard time to determine
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
Just lookin like he on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to like he fin' to do somethin
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the rules, of the game, without a doubt
don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to then I lose it
Leave ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't NO DAMN FUNK

Two goin sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, a whiffle
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin long ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What goes around comes tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the of the hocus pocus
Set up lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a to take some chances
So we can deal with hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various together

Takin all these
You might ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might never ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES

Chorus Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)

I said the world is of crack babies
I remember when the went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down that
And rolled out like it didn't even me

Nigga - slang delight enough to get my hustle right
It's like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the nigga to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't and motherfucker only if you breezy
does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest I come through with
Bitch don't you hear the
(Don't you hear the Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad
Niggas on the wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and slurp a bottle full of X-O
Or cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital starts to happen
Eager to be the just for cappin
up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it to enemies and rivals
It's Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on moonshine shit
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me for a while

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
ain't no sense in me fuckin around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a bitch up under these niggas
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no tellin what I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian throat slitters
(??) take a time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas takin (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck these circumstances

And all you O.G. better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
to throw yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters
Be off that water and

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