Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

Do the portable scale, my mil
Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of
Possession of sales, all sales
Conspiracy charges, betrayals

Payin' the
I don't write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head,
About my business, memory like an

the dream, suit up for cream
Special represented tactics
They out for teams and infrared
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

Fire hydrants, ambulance
Suspended license, indictments
Righteously what it all down to
Is who's the wisest

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

out the game, did that mane
Vallejeo I claim, made the
Feel my pain, ghetto
Magazine street hustla

Messin' around in the fast
Chevy, and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and
Project and public housin'

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

Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I they breezies
Playboy, these spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play

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

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

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

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

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

It matter if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether it's or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow or speedin'
All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you or succeedin'

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

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

Paid my dues, the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my and all a my dawgs
the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

Feelin' em up, 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all over the
Hardest state Benzes ya heard
In ya life man, that down

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

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