Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it
And you ain't never nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real
This for everybody out searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never back

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How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and 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 Bill gangsta, best in the rap game
run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under
Don't matter how much money you got, still sweat ya
When you black and and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New
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, niggaz'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a bang ya

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

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Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's to expose 'em
You can't from the radio or suburb and
try to hold streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and
Still kept it real, disrespected the game
And niggaz know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem got golds, candy paint on buttons
doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and 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, there wouldn't be no, No
And then No Limit opened the doors for the of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real it ain't like battlin on records man
It's about livin it's survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

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

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no industry my nigga
I had to find me, I had to find who I to be
I did this shit ten years still here, 75 million records
I don't see no nigga out there could top or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then cool too
But I'm not gon' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or forget where I came from my nigga
That's this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I tryin to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you me?
That's my title my if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?