Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese on the hunnid spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., told up stop, we got it real real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county
The weed flyin', the golden
Wip it nice an then they
Man, fuck, how my damn luck
This ain't no if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the
A quarter ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then the fifth
Back an forth we and dip

pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, took my crop
Shook 'em wit lead foot an hit
About a 105 per hour

In the country wit the pudin', good an
40 acre, mule an donkey, with that, just get the money
Got to be that early to grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an mesquite it
Lord, I it fore the third
Serve Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days to bend an blurred

bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about payed
Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the
An momma quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on these rolls, my fears
Body too quick to gaze, they head on bob
Get dee, is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah

If you the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

If you the cards you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the bird
To grind and get I deserve

no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these streets

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me
'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies bubbla die
Now peep the side, ova them hills
Rich dude own them mills
Tha sto is open for sale
These gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, weel, big grill
Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be
Lay it on the scales

I'm out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, out of hunny sacks
me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle bustle
To my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga,
you ask fo', we got what you need
To these degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

If you play the you dealt
you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early
To grind and get what I

Hustla carry meanings
Whether you a in them books
Whether you your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or the ball, you must get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a
Prophit, hit 'em it

I pause and a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a ro
I be worse than a hust fa mine
If I crush it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, be a oldie dog
My state of on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my
Live for the so we can hustle 'em all
What? What?