Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlers

Dre, he a O.G
Nas, he a true G
Do the

Way before The Firm, back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' Dre
So of course I got a to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got
But we still get together like several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears
sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci
I love Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, - cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to
So breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe you at high altitude
So the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
body, Mr. Jones never leaving

Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
East to West Coast we
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum
East to Coast we riders

He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

1995, eleven years the day
I'm in the record with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left
Wanna cop both but only got a on me
So it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it was too when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga a "New York State of Mind"
the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
Dre was then so I waited my turn
forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard was learned"
So I reconciled my differences like he did with
I beefin' with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
Comb the earth 'til there's no one
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to

He a O.G
(Mix that a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East gunshots

Yo, the Jordans
off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
The musket I it, you bluff it I bust it
You're talking, so I lay often
I patient, to duct tape hatin'
ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
Pluck - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
That's my and I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm
You revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge bullets I'm busting
See that's malarky you
I open up the to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
Nasty man, from bagging grams and from cops
To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm with Doc

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top
Make that cake, cop two five
and players, platinum diamonds
East to West we ridin'
Hustlers, dealers, riders
Make cake, cop two five fivers
and players, platinum diamonds
East to West we ridin'