Luyện nghe bài hát You Gotta Have Heart

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

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

Homie, the thing make you laugh, make you cry
And in the fast lane the strong and the weak die
That's the way the ball and I often wonder why
But I needs it all and not a piece o' the pie
I used to hope and wish for I couldn't 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 am I ballin', right now is mo' ta'

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

What hurt ya
Will make you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
hustle will brake you down
Pull you

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

I was raised, the young nigga was
In the city o' locs, no hope or
The black sheep o' the family to fail
Predicted to spend my life in a jail-cell
Fucked up and not believin' the
I know I would be more than a
I up and see the light
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 problems but some need
And so at I hit my knees and thank him for my blessings
And ask him for forgiveness to my stress
Nigga, continue to know how to dodge Smith and Wesson
And with his help I will in my best
And still hard with all this temptation and testin'
And if I'm wrong, I accept it as a lesson
As I conquer all my enemies and with agression, Lord

don't hurt ya
Will only you stronger
In this you gotta have heart
This hustle brake you down
you apart

What hurt ya
Will only make you
In this game you gotta have
This hustle brake you down
Pull you

Ain't never been shoot 50 Cent or 2 Pac 'cuz 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me, I'd rather sip Remmy in the of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggas and you bitches that's
Dont forget what's up in me, fuck with my
I pull out the semme, put up in Timmy
Just fuck it, it's Babylon and nigga have a bomb
like the Taliban but I on never plan

I sit alone, I my fo' corner room loaded
'Cuz in these streets there's a gamble
And Run DMC, times is getting
So I'm taking of my hat and kneelin' to the altar
Old nigga say to young awaked you
But you got it only few homies stay true
game's like Russian Roulette, we hustle to death
Mash for weather, make the marker for chedder

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

What hurt ya
Will make you stronger
In this game you have heart
This will brake you down
Pull you

Yo, won't you just fucking with us?
You know what I'm saying, you what you got
I take what I got, just stop with us
You got everything and your still complaining
You got everything and you still ain't happy
It's you're world, motherfucker and you're ain't never get it right
Bitch!