Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a true G
Do the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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