Ky-Mani Marley - Hustler歌词
下载《Hustler文本歌词》Artist: Nas f/ The Game
Album: Hip Hop is Dead
Song: Hustlers
Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com
QQ:506204741
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision
collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patr髇, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin'
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
(The Game)
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
1995, eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
S
Album: Hip Hop is Dead
Song: Hustlers
Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com
QQ:506204741
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision
collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patr髇, it's on heathens, The God's back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin'
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
(The Game)
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
1995, eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
S
HustlerLRC歌词
下载《HustlerLRC歌词》[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:] [00:01.87]Artist: Nas f/ The Game [00:02.22]Album: Hip Hop is Dead [00:02.47]Song: Hustlers [00:02.70]Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com [00:03.00]QQ:506204741 [00:03.35] [00:03.65] [00:06.66]Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. [00:08.12]Nas, he a QB-QB true G [00:10.55]Do the history [00:11.12] [00:11.52]Way before The Firm, like back in the day [00:13.56]Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre [00:16.53]So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face [00:19.07]The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away [00:21.84]But we still get together like every several years [00:24.66]to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears [00:27.35]Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers [00:30.14]Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage [00:32.77]I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes [00:35.65]wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by [00:38.52]I like to celebrate, why? - 'cause I can vision [00:40.75]collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate [00:43.84]So every breath I take, is all about the rules [00:46.30]It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude [00:49.25]So crack the Patr髇, it's on heathens, The God's back [00:52.30]Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin' [00:53.50] [00:53.89] [00:54.61]Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders [00:57.08]Make that cake, cop two five fivers [00:59.72]Pimps and players, platinum diamonds [01:02.45]East to West Coast we riders [01:04.37] [01:04.86](The Game) [01:16.51]He a Compton-Compton O.G. [01:18.07](Mix that with a QB-QB true G) [01:20.69](What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks [01:23.99](West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots [01:25.23] [01:25.83] [01:37.79]1995, eleven years from the day [01:42.22]I'm in the record shop with choices to make [01:43.24]"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie [01:45.63]Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me [01:48.28]S