Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid
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 30 feet away from the county line
The flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an then sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my luck
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm time

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

pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, they took my
'em wit that lead foot an hit
About a 105 miles per

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

Quick to burn an an mesquite it
Lord, I need it the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for
Standin' on the standard curb, days to bend an blurred

bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about payed
Came along a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish

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

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

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

Ain't no tenth, percent, dent in my hub caps
in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, low, need some mo
Hustlin' streets alone

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me
I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now peep the side, ova them hills
Rich that own them mills
Tha candy sto is open for
These junkies gone 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 out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of 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, ain't no use in sittin' 'round
But my hands ichin', poppa a new transmition
Get my on, hustle that bustle
To make my grip in any time

that bubble, let's make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
you ask fo', we got what you need
To these college degrees we 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 and get what I deserve

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 in them books
Whether you usin' mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a
Prophit, hit 'em it

I pause and refine a floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a ro
I gotta be than a hust fa mine
If I don't crush it then bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the in over-alls, it's over y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion
Ya know me dog, 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 for all my niggas
Live for the so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?