Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a sandwich on the hunnid spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd it, lost
At 3 a.m., told 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 nice an then they
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn
This ain't no find if we get I'm doin' time

Don't get with the Prezzy
A quarter pound ain't the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the
Back an forth we and dip

pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
'em wit that lead foot 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 early bird to an get what I deserve

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't no tenth, percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I that
Look, my baby got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these streets

Now I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies
'Fore I die, wanna drive big wit' bubbla die
Now peep the otha side, ova hills
dude that own them mills
Tha sto is open for sale
junkies gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
Wood grain sturnweel, it up, be still
Lay it on the scales

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

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round
But my ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that
To make my grip in any time

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

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

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

carry many meanings
Whether you a in them books
Whether you usin' your or usin' a 9
alcohol or runnin' 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, an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa
If I don't it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a time
Ya me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas
Live for the so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?