Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many wanna kill me?
I'm havin a, hard tryin to determine
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no for that
Just lookin like he on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he to do somethin
And I'll get to be 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 good way to get brains blow out
like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' shit up to me and me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about shit
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't NO DAMN FUNK

Two brothers sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
Strippin the fuck up out of some
ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
What 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 and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches waitin for a to take some chances
So we can with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

various singers together

Takin all these
You might never ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
Penitentiary
You might never ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES

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

I the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down that
And rolled out like it even fade me

Nigga - slang suga enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble
Scuffle fights rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin
Motherfucker, dust a off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and only if you breezy
Easy it, I does it do it off the fluid
with the newest shit I come through with
Bitch you hear the music?
(Don't you the music? Too sexy 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 cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of
You can't it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of

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

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

And all you O.G. motherfuckers stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to yo' weight around
you gon', uhh, take over a spot
Nigga don't you know these youngsters
Be off that water and

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