Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a true G
Do the

Way before The Firm, like in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga with Dre
So of I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got
But we still get together like every years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your
Relax Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci
I love Cape Cod, and fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can
Collages and images of my with no regret to hate
So breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's
Hard body, Mr. Jones leaving

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make that cake, cop two five
and players, platinum diamonds
East to West we riders
Hustlers, dealers, riders
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West Coast we

He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto
(West Coast kill the tracks) Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast

1995, years from the day
I'm in the record shop with to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left
cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and that
For my niggas it was too when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then so I my turn
Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em
Ended my peers careers, at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
the earth 'til there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to

He a O.G
(Mix that with a true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto
(West Coast kill the tracks) Coast gunshots

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct tape
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my name tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm
See malarky you yappin'
I up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging grams and running cops
To a on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make that cake, cop two fivers
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West we ridin'
Hustlers, dealers, riders
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
to West Coast we ridin'