Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB G
Do the

Way before The Firm, like in the day
Nas was the first New York rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got
But we still get together like every years
To sprinkle, a bit of Heaven for your ears
sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - I can vision
Collages and images of my with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the
It's hard for you to breathe you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The back
body, Mr. Jones never leaving

Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make cake, cop two five fivers
and players, platinum diamonds
East to Coast we riders
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make that cake, cop two five
Pimps and players, platinum
to West Coast we riders

He a O.G
(Mix that with a true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix that with a true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast

1995, eleven from the day
I'm in the record shop with to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left
Wanna cop both but only got a on me
So fuck it, I both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and that
For my niggas it was too complex Nas rhymed
I was the Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was then so I waited my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a lesson was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with
I stopped beefin' with niggas, I'm "Ether" to niggas
Comb the earth there's no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you rap niggas to death

He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some ghetto blocks
(West Coast the tracks) East Coast gunshots

Yo, the Jordans
off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I it
sideways talking, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my name and I came with this time
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" the bomb
Word to my name tattooed to my arm
You can't me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these I'm busting
See that's you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging grams and from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make that cake, cop two five
Pimps and players, diamonds
East to West Coast we
Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
East to West Coast we