Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just that money on ya mind
In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do
keep on hustlin' on the grind

Do the portable scale, my mil
Avoidin' the law, out of jail
Possession of sales, pocket all
Conspiracy charges, hate

the rent
'Cause I don't write nothin'
I it all in my head, intelligent
About my business, memory like an

Chasin' the dream, up for cream
Special represented tactics
out for teams and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

hydrants, ambulance sirens
Suspended license, indictments
what it all boils down to
Is basically who's the

Ooh, my heart of granite
Slow down my spit so you squares can it
I didn't come in here handed
I came in here on business and gone retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did mane
Vallejeo I claim, the name
my pain, ghetto fame
Magazine street hustla

Messin' around in the lane
Chevy, Cougars and
Novas, Granadas, and
Project and public housin'

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that money on ya
(I got my mind on my money and my on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do
Just on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, it's F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, these techs easy
Like you don't the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get on the grind
So if you got ya on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond is partly cloudly
The look sunny on the shine

I'm ticked off again
Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's they stick coffins in
The click been, blowin' sticky
come in the same jars that they stick coffee in

And I got chicks
But I hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the to coast G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do
Just keep on hustlin' on the

To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs be thuggin'
To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs that be

It matter if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow pokin' or
All that counts to motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', and skeetin'
Stayin' focused feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the in
To sit white folks in a meetin', please believe it

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang
Respected on the streets the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy my game

my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my fellows and all a my
Ridin' the mustard and on vogues

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em
and flossin' all over the town
Hardest state ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just that money on ya mind
In the traffic, status, do what you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there
And all my thugs that be
To all you out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be