Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep that money on ya
In the traffic, Baller status, do you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

Do the portable scale, my mil
Avoidin' the law, out of jail
Possession of sales, all sales
Conspiracy charges, hate

Payin' the
I don't write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head,
About my business, like an elephant

the dream, suit up for cream
Special represented tactics
They out for and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

Fire hydrants, sirens
Suspended license, indictments
Righteously what it all down to
Is who's the wisest

Ooh, my heart made of
Slow down my so you squares can understand it
I come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it

Been out the game, did mane
Vallejeo I claim, made the
Feel my pain, fame
Magazine hustla mane

Messin' around in the fast
Chevy, and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and
Project livin' and public

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that on ya mind
(I got my on my money and my money on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa
keep on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I they breezies
Playboy, these techs spray
you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get money on the
So if you got ya mind on my money, I put money on ya mind
Ya gone be mine
'Cause ya forecast is partly cloudly
The look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off
Y'all must like ridin' in long caddy's that they stick coffins in
The often been, blowin' sticky
That come in the same jars they stick coffee in

And I got chicks
But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick again
You at the way the coast to coast G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, the hook in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do
Just on hustlin' on the grind

To all you out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be
To all you playas out there
And all my thugs that be

It don't matter if you locin' or
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya ya weed in
You slow pokin' or
All that counts to these is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', please it

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang
on the streets before the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy my game

my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my fellows and all a my
the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

Feelin' em up, 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all over the
Hardest state ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that on ya mind
In the traffic, status, do what you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

To all you out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be
To all you out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be