Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

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

Do the portable scale, my mil
Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of
Possession of sales, pocket all
Conspiracy charges, hate

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

Chasin' the dream, up for cream
Special represented tactics
They out for teams and beams
at domes, and backs, and spleens

Fire hydrants, sirens
Suspended license, police
Righteously it all boils down to
Is basically the wisest

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

Been out the game, did mane
Vallejeo I claim, the name
Feel my pain, fame
street hustla mane

Messin' in the fast lane
Chevy, Cougars and
Novas, Granadas, and
Project livin' and public

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

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A
Bustas me 'cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, these techs easy
Like you don't the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get on the grind
So if you got ya on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly
The kids sunny on the shine

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

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

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

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

It don't if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya in
You slow pokin' or
All that to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

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

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

Paid my dues, the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my fellows and all a my
the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

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

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

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