Luyện nghe bài hát Automatic

Automatic, systematic, do what you do
Just that money on ya mind
In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do
Just keep on on the grind

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

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

Chasin' the dream, suit up for
Special tactics team
They out for and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and

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

Ooh, my heart of granite
Slow down my spit so you can understand it
I didn't come in here handed
I came in here on business and y'all retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did mane
I claim, made the name
Feel my pain, ghetto
Magazine hustla mane

Messin' around in the fast
Chevy, Cougars and
Novas, Granadas, and
livin' and public housin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It don't matter if you locin' or
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya in
You pokin' or speedin'
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 for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', please it

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

my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the
All a my and all a my dawgs
Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on

Feelin' em up, 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all over the
Hardest state Benzes ya heard
In ya life man, that down

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

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