Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

Aah, yir
Yeah, man
Wooh, yo
This rules man

What don't ya
Will make you stronger
In this game you gotta heart
This hustle brake you down
you apart

Homie, the same thing make you laugh, you cry
And in the fast lane the strong and the weak die
the way the ball bounce and I often wonder why
But I needs it all and not just a o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for everything I buy
I was a ghetto-boy that grew up in the eye
So I to be a hustler and reach for the sky
And not only am I ballin', now is mo' ta'

like a jungle sometime, you gotta hustle sometime
You gotta use your mind, mouth and your sometime
You gotta grind, stop for a savior
Use what the I gave ya, flavour, I'm in the gutter-lane
With the gutter-mouth tryin' to get out the gutter for my life
If I was right and my mamma a bitch
It wouldn't have took me this to to get rich, I know

don't hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
This hustle brake you down
Pull you

What hurt ya
only make you stronger
In this game you gotta have
This will brake you down
you apart

I was raised, the nigga was scwabble
In the city o' locs, no or rolemodels
The black o' the family destined to fail
Predicted to my whole life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believin' the
I know I would be than a fella
I zoomed up and see the
Nigga, got my right, nigga, got my grind tight
Now a nigga is gettin' paid to skip through the lime-light

See, we all got but some need addressin'
And so at night I hit my and thank him for my blessings
And ask him for to minimize my stress
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge Smith and Wesson
And with his help I perform in my best
And it's still hard all this temptation and testin'
And if I'm wrong, I just accept it as a
As I conquer all my enemies and with agression, Lord

What don't ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
This hustle brake you down
you apart

What don't ya
Will only make you
In this you gotta have heart
This will brake you down
Pull you

never been shoot like 50 Cent or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me, I'd sip Remmy in the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with and you bitches that's friendly
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck with my
I out the semme, put hoe's up in Timmy
fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga might have a bomb
Just like the Taliban but I on never

I sit alone, I my fo' corner loaded ammo
'Cuz in these like there's a gamble
And Run DMC, times is harder
So I'm taking of my golf hat and to the altar
Old nigga say to young killers you
But when you got it only few stay true
This like Russian Roulette, we hustle to death
Mash for weather, make the devil for chedder

What don't ya
Will only you stronger
In this game you gotta heart
This will brake you down
Pull you

don't hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta heart
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

Yo, won't you stopping fucking with us?
You what I'm saying, you take what you got
I take what I got, just fucking with us
You motherfuckers got everything and your still
You motherfuckers got everything and you ain't happy
It's you're world, motherfucker and you're ain't gonna get it right
Bitch!