Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle Hard

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't tho'
I know who to trust, what 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 for that
Just lookin like he plottin on nigga
But I wanted to mack like he to do somethin
And get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
One of the main rules, of the game, a doubt
Nigga don't you pull a gun and don't use it
Nigga that's a good way to get your brains out
like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' up to me and watch me prove it
Nigga, you betta be real about shit
If you in it you in it don't be no
Nigga this ain't no game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two goin sack for sack
In the of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the fuck up out of willow
Poppin ecstasy like
It'll get you in the long run, them long ones
Way girl burst ya and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circumstances nigga it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady
Keep your focus, and never the of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get 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 some
So we can deal with these hardco' circumstances

various singers together

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

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

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

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

Damn, (??)cydal when vital shit starts to happen
to be the nigga just for cappin
Strappin up no thang, it's survival
It's sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it to the +Superfly+
Speedy destroyes from 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 cork off the
I'm so let me chill for a while

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[Celly
Aww yeah yeah now niggas
Well ain't no in me fuckin around
My stompin be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like
a faulty bitch up under these niggas
And 'em off with sex
no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
Penitentiary chances, ruff fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made
Don't fade triggers so they get sprayed niggas
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 stop to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
to throw yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take over a
Nigga don't you know youngsters nowadays
Be off water and hot?

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