Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it,
At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real, to the top

A G like 30 feet from the county line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it an then they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my luck
This no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the
A pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the
an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, a cop
be damned, they took my crop
Shook 'em wit that lead an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', good an
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the
Got to be that early bird to an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't it
Lord, I need it fore the
Serve Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about payed
Came along with a thief hidin' under the shade
An momma quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

Now I've more tears then my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on these rolls, my fears
Body too to gaze, with they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard,

If you play the you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get I deserve

If you play the you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early
To grind and get I deserve

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im fo, money low, need some mo
these streets alone

Now I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies
'Fore I die, wanna big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now peep the otha side, ova them
Rich dude that own mills
Tha candy sto is for sale
junkies gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
Wood sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
Lay it on the fish

I'm assed out in the back of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, out of hunny sacks
me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I ain't got to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', need a new transmition
Get my on, hustle that bustle
To make my in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
Anything you ask fo', we got what you
To these college we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you play the cards you
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

If you play the cards you
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get I deserve

carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in books
Whether you usin' mind or usin' a 9
alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em it

I and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, an shinin' a beddy ro
I be worse than a hust fa mine
If I don't crush it then I'mma the 9

I ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all
Wit' all dem boys hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my
Live for the days so we can 'em all
What? What?