Luyện nghe bài hát Bonafide Hustler

Yeah, I'm a kind of nigga with mines, you know?
I grind, I my paper, you know what I mean? Ha ha ha, oh yeah

I'm a bonafide hustler, get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler

They say heaven's for goers and hell's for the heathens
So I'ma ball the fuck out while I'm breathin'
Eighth after eighth, what'chu about that fast flip?
Crack spots, smoky fiends suckin' on that dick
Now Sham stay for a dime for 9
I'll tell you what, I'll you up just one last time
Customs is comin' son is pumpin' the packs dissolve
Singles, C-notes to food stamps, we it all

That's that joint what's his name I don't remember
That Haitian nigga with the that sing "Gone 'Til November"
I do a buck-forty in the rain,
Lamborghini Diablo, candy
Got that hydro burnin', got the in the stash
Hit the hazards, hit the AC, then it out the dash
If fag-o in the club sonnin', start dumbin'
Start shootin' and I strapped, fuck it I'm runnin'

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
my nine
I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide

I been out for too long, I deserve to get a bird
The fiends know my name now standin' on this curb
I got on my shirt, and a handful of crack
A bunch of lil' niggaz dime sacks in they backpacks
Come and get it we got it, take a to the projects
You see the police, but we gon' sell our dope
You niggaz me, from fillin' up your heron needles
I'm connected them people who don't speak no english

We ain't scared of the roll, we get it and go
You see them Tennessee tags nigga you know
I don't trust no hoes, that's how T got
He showed a bitch where his stash was, she it to the cops
Me and had the streets on lock
He'd down the blocks, I'd open up shop around the clock
And I ain't stop, so soon as you come home from the pen
We at it again, we gettin' 'em for ten my

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it behind
With my
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm bout my paper fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can it from behind
With my nine, I'm a hustler

You know I'm a ey
Now I'm headed down South and that's my
I'm on the bout to move these birds
And if these niggaz don't let me
I'm out robbin' everything
Got a new mac, and a P-89
Ya's a hustler, man I on the grind
9 of heroin, a 100 grams of coke
12 o's of mushrooms, 2 of smoke

3 gal's of dust juice and a of LSD
And a pills of every kind of ecstasy
Hash, hashish, I a sixty-two
When I was younger my crew I had them niggaz sniffin' glue
40's to the gram to them truckers and bamas
And I can chef up a miracle with Arm and
I'm a hustler, man I supply the
I'm a hustler, nigga I'll you a dream

I'm a hustler, nigga get out of line, I'll cut ya
Me, I'm bout my it's fuck, ya
If you, play games with mine, I can match it from
With my
I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get out of line, cut ya
Me, I'm my paper it's fuck, ya
If you, games with mine, I can match it from behind
With my nine, I'm a bonafide