Luyện nghe bài hát Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid
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 line
The weed flyin', the golden
Wip it nice an then sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my luck
This ain't no if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy the Prezzy
A quarter ain't worth the rizzy
as hell, then hurl the fifth
Back an we swerve and dip

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

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

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

bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's gettin' payed
Came along with a ragin' thief under the shade
An momma won't buggin' me about my heathenish ways

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

If you play the you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in
And I got to be the bird
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 and get what I deserve

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub
Sticks in my dove sacks, till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need mo
Hustlin' these alone

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

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big
Wood grain sturnweel, it up, be still
Lay it on the fish

I'm assed out in the back seat of the
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny
Tell me, get my money back, still
Feel like I ain't got shit to fo, so much to kill fo

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

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

If you play the cards you
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 early
To grind and get I deserve

carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in books
Whether you your mind or usin' a 9
alcohol or runnin' 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 in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa
If I don't it then I'mma bust the 9

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

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