Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep that on ya mind
In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do
Just on hustlin' on the grind

Do the portable scale, my mil
the law, stayin' out of jail
Possession of sales, pocket all
charges, hate betrayals

Payin' the
'Cause I write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head,
my business, memory like an elephant

Chasin' the dream, up for cream
represented tactics team
They out for teams and beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

hydrants, ambulance sirens
Suspended license, police
Righteously what it all boils to
Is basically the wisest

Ooh, my heart of granite
Slow down my so you squares can understand it
I didn't come in here empty
I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it

Been out the game, did mane
I claim, made the name
Feel my pain, ghetto
Magazine street hustla

Messin' around in the fast
Chevy, and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and
Project and public housin'

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep money on ya mind
(I got my on my money and my money on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, status, do what you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A
Bustas hate me I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, techs spray easy
Like you don't know the Hugh Hef play greasy

I get on the grind
So if you got ya on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is cloudly
The look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' off again
Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's that stick coffins in
The click often been, blowin'
That come in the jars that they stick coffee in

And I got offerin'
But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick again
You lookin' at the way the coast to G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just keep that money on ya
In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa
Just keep on on the grind

To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs be thuggin'
To all you playas out hustlin'
And all my thugs be thuggin'

It matter if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow or speedin'
All that counts to these is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', believe it

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang
Respected on the streets before the
Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy my game

Paid my dues, obeyed the
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my fellows and all a my
Ridin' the mustard and on vogues

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em
Bossin' and flossin' all over the
Hardest state Benzes ya heard
In ya life man, that down

Automatic, systematic, do you do playa
Just keep money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do you do playa
Just on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there
And all my thugs that be
To all you out there hustlin'
And all my that be thuggin'