Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(G mix)
This the

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess what do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on this

Okay, I'm booked out until
Show deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad and her ass soft
Something that catalog
She introduced to lock jaw
And I her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was
My Chevy too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all them Franklins
talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still feeling my
Big bass and its
Yeah this be that
But still ride with that rocket
Nigga walking back to my
"We The best" be that
Hundred grand for neck glow
All about the
Nigga so retarded
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy 'cause its the

old shit, just a different day
Out here get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
Guess what do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty fours on my
You never know I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot I ride up
Hundred in that K-O-D
of Diamonds that's me nigga
No you bitches hit my beat
only thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
text his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace knocking my
Last night I one mill
morning, one fifty
Pussy niggas count me out,
Don't me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and
Same old brick, but's different yay
Yeah candy paint, on my seven Tre

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess we gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on boulevard

OK, now, card in my pocket
Riding round in 'Gatti
off my boxers
I got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me right then she
Young we poppin'
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up Ocho
Taylors with no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds
just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with in it
nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple homies that bang
I get on anybody track and hit that with that Wayne train
my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus and

Cause its the old shit, just a different day
Out tryna get it, each and every way
Momma a house, baby need some shoes
They want Carter Four, bitch, it's coming soon

Same old shit, just a day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard