Представляем точный текст композиции "Hustlin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fat Joe . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hustlin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fat Joe передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fat Joe - "Hustlin"
Lyrics to Hustlin : (feat. Armageddon) [Fat Joe] Uhh, T.S.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, whatchu know about that') Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they time Pop another thug thats tryin to scream but they dimes Hoppin all the clubs in town, they dont need to wear shines They got that energy, confident and always aware whos watchin them, bitches on top of them, they dont just be near Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year and just, nod and stare and show no fear Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin a bodys too crucial If you a hustler, I know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state This shit is real and you better recognize when you see em, these niggaz kill A whole nother drug dealer keep em with steels So be creepin so its real on the deal, with the F-E-D Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled [Chorus: Armageddon] Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers - a little thugs role model Where the snubb full of hollows tryna earn a little power He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police Hustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the hearts pump Hustlin [Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See life a style, now its rappin, how you push packs in large amounts and never spend a day in life movin them cats about' Thats not what Cracks about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit Clips I sit em even whip some women from runnin they lips and gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggaz And real dealers dont be yappin on the phone What you think, father born' Dont be caskets and clothes Cmon yall know niggaz slip, speakin a joke There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holes Yall motherfuckers couldnt fathom whats about to go down Like a year from now, when the bears get out From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yeah, its for all my hustlin niggaz All my liquid dime niggaz All my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeah All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on Smokin the C.I. in the rain, yknow' (uh-huh) Cup of noodles in your hand Its you nigga Joey Coco, and Im a hustler [Chorus] [ Hustlin Lyrics ]
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