Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

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

Way The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your
The one kid would've been Aftermath that got away
But we get together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your
Relax sippin' in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci
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? - cause I can
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to
So every breath I take, is all about the
It's hard for you to like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The back
Hard body, Mr. never leaving

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

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

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

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

Yo, the sportin'
Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a coffin'
The musket I tucked it, you it I bust it
You're sideways talking, so I lay
I patient, to duct tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you with Nas
That's my name and I came Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me
Rob me or these bullets I'm busting
See malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start
man, from bagging grams and running from cops
To a on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc

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