Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Yea, youngbloodz, the mic, track boys
Why'all ain't for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

OK we back and bumping, that's us for sure
From left to right we rocking and kicking down door
out now get 'em shawty, oh that's them you-way boys
We set it off don't get twist it still out noise
Big pistol my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots I'm on it, running you up off the
So your A-game, we bringing hella pain
You disrespect my sip ill pop back like pootytank
So if your ready run it, we got that shit will
I'm from Atlanta bouncing blowing off the grill
Cause in the trunk its bumping, we all night long
So a cup 'cause ain't no way in hell you goin home

I get my crime around
I baby
I stay down time no day
I baby
From the or the trap fo sand
I hustle
No day I hustle baby no day gotta hustle
I won't get my around
I hustle
I stay every time no day
I baby
the track or the trap for sand
I baby
No day I hustle baby no day hustle baby

I'm a crime time man, I tried to tell 'em
My crew 'cause its the ex-convict, fellon
Banana clips of all these stitches telling
The bitches of bazballers and of shotcallers
Of better rounds of scopping he lue a-town to Oakland
Niggas and hoping, they don't get caught with dope and
Out a catin' and a cripping in they folking
Down we got 36 oles traping and focus
This is no hocus pocus, the game like locus
Players vibe up and whittin' I'm the cosmoses

My pimping is old school, and they Chevy with shoes
Tip tops and flip flops, and suede pumas
Who nigga fo like why'all they never going that
They slang where I hang and my bitches they who'd-a-rest
And we all do-duces of dat go for 5
We'll put that hot like between your eyes
And I keep it under the in the summer they sweating me
down your street with beat sitting on some chesly feet
Outta town in that's rims, for shawty be serving them
Everytime my Chevy stop my rims they spin
for life why'all we never going change that
Still roll with them dope on the bow with them J's at

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