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 (you can't hold me)
C, C, hold me

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

Hustling ring
Hustling street king
(Hustling) My moms worked the grave Shift
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 fuck him
They shot 'em both so, I was fuck it then
Called up the hommies im ready, nigga me in
in the G Ride, same one the pump be in
I'm to do these niggas worse then Columbians
And I aint hopping out the car Trey did
I'm turnin off the and pullin up like "Say Kid"

Hustlin Championship
Metaphor street king
Hustlin top chain swing
Hustlin,

3.
It was a Day in 1996
Fav bar Reasonable Doubt
Before that day, we aint know shit hova
He was Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers
But all we knew 5.0's and Toyota's
So, We took Y'alls swag y'all our rags
The way I see it, a fair exchange why you Mad
Son, Yeah Jay was one of my
Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a
Was like, underage and couldn't get a beeper
sales 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 shelters no different we feed 'em
Playing John Madden smoking all my weed up
Relaxin with my up, Waiting for the Re-Up

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

4.
How I sell 10 million and stay hood, somebody at me
If I go to jail you nigga gone throw a dolla at me
my nigga frog, threw his impala at me
Like I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me
That's why when I come through, She look like Berry
I'm in this Game by myself,
Every now and then, you my see me with a couple
Same ones was right there, When I had a couple ends
No Benz,
No Fuckin ,
Just a Couch,
So Yo Fuckin Mouth,
I zip it up, Say Fuck Rap
Fuck Interscope, my contract and rip it up
Bad Boy
Like BIG and
The can't sleep cuz niggas steady tryina dig him up
And you Mother Fuckers waitin on Toronto
I'm in the hood Pancho
Rajon Rondo

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

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

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