Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
Seven down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to fo'
How many niggas wanna me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to
If that's the homey, or the
Ol' shady-ass, no for that
Just lookin like he plottin on nigga
But I wanted to mack he fin' to do somethin
And I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass
One of the rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and use it
that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker like me get to then I lose it
Leave that ol' up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about this
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO FUNK

Two brothers goin for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of willow
Poppin ecstasy Skittles
get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances quote it
What goes around comes tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take chances
So we can deal with these Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

various singers together

Takin all these
You never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them

Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + (repeat 2X)

I said the world is of crack babies
I remember when the world crazy
Til I a sack, and put it down like that
And rolled out like it even fade me

Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle
It's double like, a new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
Easy does it, I it do it off the fluid
Come the newest shit I come through with
Bitch you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the Too sexy for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm like two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal shit when shit starts to happen
Eager to be the nigga just for
up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good it comes to enemies and rivals
+Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall like cops on +Rage in
(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine
Bit the cork off the
I'm drunk so let me chill for a

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
Well no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E
To touch you with them and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up these niggas
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with circumstances
Penitentiary chances, ruff fluffin tap dancers
On hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas
Don't fade triggers so they quick get niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time business to get
To get rid of you
police-ass niggas takin chances (takin chances)
Man you fuck with these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
to throw yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take a spot
Nigga don't you know these nowadays
Be off water and hot?

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