Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

on trying,
You can never me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't me)
You can hold me down (you can't hold me)
C, C, Can't me

1.
This is dope boy music, American
we let them choppers like that little nigga Dream
No Auto-tune I'm tunning out the burrough
Flying ya borough, (Red) Camaro
I had 'em like coach on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me
I to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1
On the court, game point, away, nice one
same where the fiends get they white from
hustle till the night
crouch down low, with a pocket of money
shooting dice in my 1's
another seven of the night on my white 1's
I had a jumper, I was pumpin
Moms and was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you I got the name Game
Same way Lakers got all of them fucking rings

Hustling Championship
Hustling Metaphor king
(Hustling) My worked the grave yard Shift
She was bustin it while I at home straight

2.
I had 2 niggas didn't fuck with 'em
They was like, our little brother don't fuck with him
shot 'em both so, I was like fuck it then
Called up the im ready, nigga jump me in
Hopped in the G Ride, one the pump be in
I'm bout to do these niggas worse then
And I aint hopping out the car Trey did
I'm turnin off the lights and pullin up "Say Kid"

Hustlin Championship
Hustlin Metaphor street
Hustlin top chain swing
Hustlin,

3.
It was a cold Day in
Fav bar Reasonable Over
that day, we aint know shit about hova
He was Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers
But all we knew 5.0's and Toyota's
So, We took Y'alls y'all took our rags
The way I see it, it's a fair why you Mad
Son, Jay was one of my teachers
Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a
Was like, underage and couldn't get a beeper
Missing sales cuz the onions stuck in my sneaker
to Streetsweeper,
Dodgin the Reaper,
Hit My block 8 o'clock I'll make you a believer
We was white kid, the Justin Beiber
Us and shelters no different we both feed 'em
John Madden smoking all my nigga weed up
Relaxin with my feet up, for the Re-Up

on trying,
You can never me down
You can never me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
C, C, hold me (x2)

4.
How I sell 10 and stay hood, somebody holla at me
If I go to jail you aint gone throw a dolla at me
Like my nigga frog, his impala at me
when I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me
That's why when I come through, She like Halle Berry
I'm in this by myself, Solitaire
Every now and then, you my see me with a couple
ones that was right there, When I had a couple ends
No Benz,
No House ,
a fucking Couch,
So Yo Fuckin Mouth,
I zip it up, Say Fuck Rap
Fuck Interscope, my contract and rip it up
Bad Boy
Like BIG and
The Giant can't sleep cuz steady tryina dig him up
And you Mother Fuckers waitin on Toronto
I'm in the hood with
Stacking Rondo

Hustlin Championship
Metaphor street king
(Hustling)And while you Mother Fuckers waitin on
I'm in the with Pancho
Stacking Rondo

on trying,
You can never me down
You can hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me (you can't hold me)
C, C, Can't me

on trying,
You can hold me down
You can never hold me down (Naw, you hold me)
You can hold me down (Uh-Uh, you can't hold me)
C, C, hold me