Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it
And you ain't never seen do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause real mayne
for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never look

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How could a nigga shoot callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a this was meant to be
niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never kiss or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll still ya
When you black and rich and you and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm New Orleans
say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still the finger
And take yo' kindness for 'til a motherfucker bang ya

Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! I'm a hustler
But anybody they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya me?

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Real niggaz see these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You come from the radio or suburb and
try to these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and
Still kept it real, never the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, love
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby to stunt
They still stayed and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it
Now we connected this thing New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, they forget where came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No opened the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it like battlin on records man
It's about livin it's about survivin about go and get paper ya feel me?

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I stole my first car, with a named Herb
If I thank I the police I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood fun
A van by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that
and put me in a can or even take me to the
so many crack babies get high and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it together den we up in the game
Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star
But I never I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta watch them
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no industry shit my
I had to find me, I had to who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million nigga
I see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my
That's this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I tryin to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout paper
I just it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this
You me?