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HUSTLE & HATE (RELOADED) by Chris

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HUSTLE & HATE (RELOADED)

Hip Hop

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Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Sit and fuck up, no
Spits waste in my head a lot
Drunk, hustle & hate spits from the cellar of the culture — no gloss, no gimmicks. It’s raw hustle carved into bars, a concrete sermon delivered over 6-8 drum loops and a heartbeat built for head-nods and war chants.
It’s raw hustle carved into bars, a concrete sermon delivered over 6-8 drum loops and a heartbeat built for head-nods and war chants.
Built for the real ones who been ghosted by the game but never stopped writing.
I know I loathe so great, it′s grace who hold me reach but like dimension in the streets where every innards boast of me.
I nibble through my cream, my quark is fired up in a beam, I die to preach it to the baffling middle knights.
Dear deceiver, Mr. Rozen, and that′s my album in a slant. Ignore spotted rising and staying biotic, saying it′s great, it′s static.
But I can′t survive the fight from my sister bitten, trooping, bothering, and anger flows from someone who′s a striker within the lathe.
My end is worse, so what′s a woe on the same? It′s rhyming to change.
Rhyming to the rhyming, if it′s slow then care, let′s just poke him.
Braving these fact devices, put the loanies on a stoke and write, die.
I′m psyched, I′m taught, and it′s so.
Attorney know that every album you can say, just know.
Put the loaners in the slide with a stone on the trace.
Hit the face, straight face, with these hunters on my face and
Ghosted by the game but never stopped writing.
Built for the real ones who been ghosted by the game but never stopped writing.
Built for the real ones who been ghosted by the game but never stopped writing.
Built for the real ones who been ghosted by the game but never stopped writing.
Something still tastes just so it′s off.
It′s real life.
It′s in the next, it′s in the now.