Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

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

Two goin sack for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of some
Poppin like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, them long ones
Way burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, nigga quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady
your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get to come and smoke us
soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No on haters or no bitches
Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some
So we can deal with these Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Chorus: various singers

Takin all CHANCES
You might never ever ever get CIRCUMSTANCES
CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them

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

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

Nigga - slang suga enough to get my hustle right
It's like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the
Motherfucker, now I'm the closest to ballin ferocious
Motherfucker, dust a off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and only if you breezy
Easy it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest shit I come with
don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad
Niggas on the turf put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and slurp a genie full of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of
You can't love it, leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal when vital shit 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 when it comes to and rivals
+Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it comes to the
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes the Eastside
Is it or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin niggas fall like 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 now niggas know
Well no sense in me fuckin around
My ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce checks
Slide a faulty up under these niggas
And 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, ruff fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed
I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat
(??) take a time business to get paid
To get rid of you
Chatter police-ass takin chances (takin chances)
Man you fuck with these circumstances

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

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