Luyện nghe bài hát 11/11

Ay this the other hustle, this the war
Find me in, in the crib but got other law
her other bitch like a master piece
I'm black but she and she a master freak
luck on that pussy, gotta mess the key
She got it it, ride it nigga
hood, Master P
I'm a master shield, do what I be
The way I cook it and cut it like I'm
Look at this grinning, bring some concern me
Fifty, fifty, she won't get the plug, she ain't me
Life full of granding, life of slummy
He will met the dollar mean then he gonna move to
Get the just wait for the album
Brow all 11 cuz you know I'm have it
11, 11 I point eleven
Cuz I'm banging money and I've been out of thugs I am 11
I matter if she have it, she like an angel like she got some wings
Put on Jason I take to her
fuck with the money, come show you some things
Mention my name if you I'm the king
You wanna what I mean
When I say all of my hustlers, my nigga, my are ready for the team

11, 11 I break 22 so have all 11
I get money, I've been throw this shit since I was 1 7
Yeah I was 17 nigga, I was 17 make the labels
Now the brick will fall and the 32 shot, we in guns
11 they won, 11 they care, 11 they
11 new cars, 11 new chains but no new
The streets(?) and I'm driving the class and fuck 'em on
I do I do but nothing for leave to my nigga to get
And my bitch been me
She think I am 11 new bitches
And my nigga play me, like fuck all the rapture
They get to the

11 one of the thrill, that's one of the trail
And no stilling the hood, try to get nigga saving the money

11, 11 wait on the album,
ledge of 11, you know I'm gonna grabble
11, 11 and point 9, 11 I throw eleven
And been in the streets and I'm banging this money since I was 11
She ain't know that coming and (?)
And the streets on
And I do what I do but not for me, for my niggas too
If you keep fucking my nigga, you'll fucking me
You gotta keep shit alive
Hella this nigga slide,
Fuck niggas try to get the game
Fuck all this niggas, ain't gonna change
Fuck all the lables, never gonna sell
Fuck all the bitches, they gonna give all
all the rappers and now they gona talk bout shit
That I don't hear it
(?) when you lay when on streets (?)
But remember never come, I promise I won't let you down
I'mma give you my stole, get you the pain, there's no fucking round
Cuz struggle is real, my got kill, my nigga lost life
When we in the streets and you and the others was fucking