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 on hustlin' on the grind

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

Payin' the
'Cause I write nothin' down
I it all in my head, intelligent
About my business, like an elephant

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

Fire hydrants, sirens
Suspended license, indictments
Righteously what it all boils to
Is basically who's the

Ooh, my made 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 gone retrospect it dammit

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

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed they
Playboy, these techs spray
you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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