Luyện nghe bài hát This Goes Out

This out to all them hustlers
Everybody out making them ends meet
I mad at'cha
J E y'all, this out to everybody

This goes out to you, goes out to you
This goes out to you, goes out to you
This goes out to you, goes out to you
This out to you, this goes out to you

people sleep five to a bed
at the feet, two at the top
So I really talk about how they should live
When I know in my heart if it down to it
I'd be getting down the as them
See Lord, tryna must be something
was Heaven sent
A lot of wouldn't be paid without this trade
we call hustlin'

This goes out to the cats on the
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a
I mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold head up 'cause they can't touch you
goes out to the girls in the streets
Like going all out so their kids can eat
Like I ain't mad at'cha, do something
Hold your up 'cause they can't touch you
goes out

I used to be between
Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn't
And now I'm looking
And I just do it or never did something
But I can tell you
Rather take a bullet in my than leave my family unfed
And the way it is
goes out to my homies, yeah

This out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and just to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do
Hold your head up they can't touch you
This goes out to the girls in the
Like all out just so their kids can eat
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up they can't touch you
goes out

Ay yo I welcome the
Like I the hustle
Find the one, take it and bubble
That's on the
I ain't in, I'm trying to win
And if I gotta get my hands a little
Then I'm for sin
But the Fed understand ain't no bread
So have ta learn to bake to make bread
Chicks use their ass and shake to bread
But I,aint mad at ya shorty them kids fed

This goes out to my five eight one click
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of
Rich cars, homes, girls with nice toes
Dime standing in line to show us their thongs
Went riding six deep in a little ass jeep
The trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets
We gon' ball we fall
'Cause we em all
Put glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all

goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do
Hold your head up 'cause they can't ya
This goes out to the in the streets
Like going all out just so kids can eat
Like I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do
Hold your head up 'cause they touch ya
This out

My homies, you can't me
If you really know me
This out to my homies
You touch me
If you don't know me
This goes out to my
You touch me
If you really know me
goes out to my homies
You touch me
If you don't really me