Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

Do the scale, stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of
of sales, pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, betrayals

Payin' the
I don't write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head,
About my business, like an elephant

Chasin' the dream, suit up for
Special represented team
out for teams and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

hydrants, ambulance sirens
Suspended license, indictments
what it all boils down to
Is basically the wisest

Ooh, my heart of granite
Slow down my spit so you squares can it
I come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and y'all gone it dammit

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

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I they breezies
Playboy, techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play

I get on the grind
So if you got ya mind on my money, I put money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be
'Cause ya forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the

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

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

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

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

It matter if you locin' or bleedin'
it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You pokin' or speedin'
All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you or succeedin'

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

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

Paid my dues, the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my and all a my dawgs
Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on

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

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

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