Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with
Seven houses down, black street, (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, to look fo'
How many niggas kill me?
I'm havin a, hard tryin to determine
If the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-ass, no build for
Just like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
But I wanted to mack like he to do somethin
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the rules, of the game, without a doubt
Nigga you ever pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains out
Motherfucker like me get to flashin I lose it
Leave ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be about this shit
If you in it you in it be no punk
Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO FUNK

Two brothers goin for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a
the fuck up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like
It'll get you in the run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga it
goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes to get jackers to come and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take chances
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

Chorus: various singers

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

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

I said the world is full of babies
I remember when the world went
Til I copped a sack, and put it down like
And rolled out it didn't even fade me

Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle
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 ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the
Come the newest shit I come through with
Bitch don't you hear the
(Don't you hear the music? Too for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad
Niggas on the wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause 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 love it, don't the ghetto
Me and I'm heated two jugs of methyl

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

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now know
Well ain't no sense in me fuckin
My stompin ground be the bound
To touch you with tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty bitch up under these
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 bitch-made niggas
fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggas
I fuck wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't fuck with these

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' around
Like you gon', uhh, over a spot
Nigga don't you know youngsters nowadays
Be off that and hot?

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