Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a sandwich on the hunnid spoke
rinds 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 away from the county line
The weed flyin', the golden
Wip it an then they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn
ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the
A quarter pound worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the
an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
Shook 'em wit that lead an hit
About a 105 miles per

In the country wit the pudin', good an
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell that, just get the money
Got to be that bird to grind an get what I deserve

to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I it fore the third
Serve anybody? naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an

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

Now I've wasted more then my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too quick to gaze, they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the is hard, yeah

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

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

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, some mo
these streets alone

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
Lay it on the fish

I'm assed out in the back of the Pontiac
Got a cup of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my back, still broke
Feel like I ain't got to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa need a new
Get my grind on, that bustle
To make my grip in any time

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

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

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

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

I and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a fa mine
If I don't crush it I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the in over-alls, it's over y'all
all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the 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?