Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one with yo-yo
Seven down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many niggas wanna me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
Just like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to like he fin' to do somethin
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
Nigga don't you ever a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a way to get your brains blow out
Motherfucker me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and me prove it
Nigga, you be real about this shit
If you in it you in it don't be no
this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two goin sack for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin long ones
Way burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, nigga quote it
What goes comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, get vicious
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take chances
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

Chorus: singers together

all these CHANCES
You might never ever ever get CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them

Chorus Two: Cold 187um, + more (repeat 2X)

I said the world is full of babies
I remember the world went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down that
And rolled out like it didn't fade me

Nigga - suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker if you breezy
Easy it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I through with
don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too for my shirt so bad hurt
Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, I skirt
A Lex-o and a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of

Damn, (??)cydal shit when shit starts to happen
Eager to be the just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall like cops on in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some shit
Bit the off the Cristal
I'm so let me chill for a while

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[Celly
Aww yeah now niggas know
ain't no sense in me fuckin around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up these niggas
And killin 'em off sex
Ain't no what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff tap dancers
On your for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas
Don't fade triggers so they quick get niggas
I fuck wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass niggas chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with these

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight
Like you gon', uhh, over a spot
don't you know these youngsters nowadays
Be off that and hot?

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