Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB G
Do the

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it to your face
The one kid would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid
Low-key, G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I Cape Cod, and watching 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 the rules
It's hard for you to like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, on heathens, The God's back
body, Mr. Jones never leaving

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

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

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

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

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you it I bust it
You're talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Pluck ashes - of cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my name and I with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these I'm busting
See that's malarky you
I open up the tripod to put the on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging and running from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm with Doc

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