Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB G
Do the

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' Dre
So of course I got a to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I to celebrate, why? - cause I can vision
Collages and of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
body, Mr. Jones never leaving

Hustlers, dealers, riders
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
to West Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make that cake, cop two five
Pimps and players, diamonds
to West Coast we riders

He a O.G
(Mix that with a true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West Coast the tracks) East Coast gunshots

1995, eleven years the day
I'm in the shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the homie
Wanna cop but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, the twenty on a dub sack
the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too complex Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was then so I waited my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em
Ended my peers careers, at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with
I stopped with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
Comb the earth 'til there's no one
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to

He a O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB G)
(What you got's) A of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast the tracks) East Coast gunshots

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talking, so I lay
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get ass niggas
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's name to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these I'm busting
See that's malarky you
I open up the tripod to put the on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging grams and running cops
To a on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West Coast we
Hustlers, dealers, riders
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West Coast we