Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This goes out to all hustlers
Everybody out there making them ends
I ain't mad
J E y'all, this out to everybody

This out to you, this goes out to you
This goes out to you, this out to you
This goes out to you, goes out to you
This goes out to you, this out to you

Some people sleep to a bed
at the feet, two at the top
So I really talk about how they should live
When I know in my heart if it down to it
I'd be getting down the as them
See Lord, tryna hustle must be
was Heaven sent
A lot of rent wouldn't be paid without trade
That we hustlin'

This goes out to the cats on the
Stressin' and just to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do
Hold head up 'cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girls in the
Like going all out just so kids can eat
Like I ain't mad at'cha, do something
Hold your head up they can't touch you
This out

I used to be between
Going all out and doings things that I know just right
And now I'm looking
And I think do it or never did something
But I can you then
Rather a bullet in my head than leave my family unfed
And the way it is
This out to my homies, yeah

This goes out to the on the corner
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a
I mad at'cha, gotta do something
your head up 'cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the in the streets
Like going all out just so their can eat
Like I mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up they can't touch you
This out

Ay yo I welcome the
I welcome the hustle
Find the right one, it and bubble
on the muscle
I giving in, I'm trying to win
And if I gotta get my hands a dirty
I'm sorry for sin
But the Fed don't ain't no bread
So brothers have ta to bake to make bread
Chicks use their ass and shake to bread
But I,aint mad at ya shorty keep them fed

goes out to my whole five eight one click
I often when we just dreamed of this
Rich cars, fine homes, with nice toes
Dime pieces in line to show us their thongs
from riding six deep in a little ass jeep
The Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the
We gon' ball till we
'Cause we em all
Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to

goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and strugglin' to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, do something
Hold your up 'cause they can't touch ya
This out to the girls in the streets
Like all out just so their kids can eat
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up 'cause they can't ya
goes out

My homies, you touch me
If you really know me
This goes out to my
You touch me
If you don't really me
This goes out to my
You can't me
If you don't know me
This out to my homies
You can't me
If you don't really me