Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

on trying,
You can hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't me)
C, C, hold me

1.
This is dope boy music, American
we let them choppers like that little nigga Dream
No Auto-tune I'm tunning out the burrough
through ya borough, (Red) Camaro
I had 'em shook coach on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me
I to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1
On the court, game point, away, nice one
same court where the get they white from
till the night come
crouch down low, with a pocket full of
shooting in my white 1's
another seven of the night on my white 1's
I had a jumper, plus I was
Moms and was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you think I got the Game
Same way them got all of them fucking rings

Hustling Championship
Metaphor street king
(Hustling) My moms worked the grave yard
She was bustin it while I at home Hustlin

2.
I had 2 brothers niggas fuck with 'em
They was like, that's our little brother don't with him
They shot 'em both so, I was like fuck it
Called up the im ready, nigga jump me in
in the G Ride, same one the pump be in
I'm bout to do these worse then Columbians
And I aint out the car like Trey did
I'm off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid"

Hustlin Championship
Metaphor street king
Hustlin Drop top chain
Hustlin,

3.
It was a Day in 1996
Fav bar Reasonable Over
Before that day, we aint know about hova
He was talking Cristall, and 4.6
But all we knew were 5.0's and
So, We took Y'alls swag y'all took our
The way I see it, it's a exchange why you Mad
Son, Jay was one of my teachers
Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, get a feature
Was like, Being and couldn't get a beeper
Missing cuz the onions still stuck in my sneaker
to Streetsweeper,
Dodgin the Reaper,
Hit My block 8 o'clock I'll make you a believer
We was white kid, the Justin Beiber
Us and homeless no different we both feed 'em
Playing John smoking all my nigga weed up
Relaxin with my feet up, Waiting for the

on trying,
You can never hold me
You can never hold me (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't me)
C, C, hold me (x2)

4.
How I sell 10 million and stay hood, holla at me
If I go to jail you nigga aint gone a dolla at me
Like my frog, threw his impala at me
when I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me
That's why I come through, She look like Halle Berry
I'm in this Game by myself,
Every now and then, you my see me with a friends
Same ones that was right there, When I had a couple
No Benz,
No House ,
a fucking Couch,
So Yo Fuckin Mouth,
Before I zip it up, Say Rap
Fuck Interscope, Take my and rip it up
Bad Boy
Like BIG and
The Giant sleep cuz niggas steady tryina dig him up
And while you Mother waitin on Toronto
I'm in the hood with
Stacking Rondo

Hustlin rings
Metaphor street king
(Hustling)And you Mother Fuckers waitin on Toronto
I'm in the with Pancho
Rajon Rondo

on trying,
You can hold me down
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
You can never hold me down (you hold me)
C, C, hold me

on trying,
You can never hold me
You can never hold me (Naw, you can't hold me)
You can never me down (Uh-Uh, you can't hold me)
C, C, Can't me