Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no for that
lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga don't you pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a way to get your brains blow out
like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me it
Nigga, you betta be real 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 back of the 'llac, a whiffle
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them ones
Way girl ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, nigga quote it
goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to some chances
So we can with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: singers together

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

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

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

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

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

Two

[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now niggas
Well no sense in me fuckin around
My stompin be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a bitch up under these niggas
And 'em off with sex
no tellin 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 so they quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian throat slitters
(??) a long time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter niggas takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck these circumstances

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

Two