Luyện nghe bài hát Hustalz Song

Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh baby oh baby! [talk to em]
ohhh [its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song,
hustle is gone]

Let me what the sun don't like, somewhere
between and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i
got to get it mellow ride me the block around the
clock nothin nice. I like cherry red yellow dice just
it pop call it the "kettle white", its hot, just
the block , call it the "ghetto wife", Paul its my
and chain, mi amor.

Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like on the wall
or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, what it all
became nothin all, but look at all remains, all the
things, marks from all the claws and fangs, remarks
all of yall changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,
cuz of all of yall I blame..

[Chorus] This

do. An you ain't did it to a do. An you didn't know
it a hustla knew. An you ain't done till a hustlaz
threw. I'm a too its what hustlaz do. an you ain't
seen it till you it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes
its a hustlaz song. God if the hustle is wrong.

Its bigger so he becomes to know shit. Striving to
be numba one till I overdose.I speak it now on my
hold it from youngest son, runnin from quotes, "Thou
shall not sin, thou shall not steal, shall not kill,
thou not turn your back on those in need, i try to
flip, but government slips teach me at these chosen
speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i
with reasons to on the road a lead till I leave with
I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably headed for
the pin some bowling balls, kept it directed at the
pen and it for yall.

It a lot of patience when you takin it on, a lot of
patent a lot of it known, but I ain't the type of
nigga that be placin it on.I was the king of this now
they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of waitin
at home, and she waitin you can hear the bass in her
tone, like she can't make it alone in a broken and she
the brace for the bone just the phone
a lot of ballin up letters a lot of the poems, a
lot of comin to grips that you gonna be alone. All
this time all this time you was wrong.But you know
happens I got you, and you what happened done happened
they was to drop you, not letters and shoes, no
chedda, Yo mom shoes and sweaters shes not better.