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 nobody do it huh?
You gotta love it, it's real mayne
for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never back

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How could a nigga shoot enough of the clip and kill three
One hit I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap
Homies run they mouth in the like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz bust under pressure
matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm New Orleans
They say he, and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for kids
But, niggaz'll still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 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 my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done this - you feel me?
And then sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

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Real niggaz see through these so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the radio or and
try to hold these streets down, seen get beat down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred and change
Still kept it real, never the game
And niggaz know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed and Cash Money blew up
6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No
And then No opened the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, this "Bout it Bout 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 it's about go and get ya feel me?

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I stole my car, with 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 drove by and my boy one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the
I seen Martin King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even take me to the
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers 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 jumped up in the
Then Big Momma told me boy you be a star
But I never thought I'd make it the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta them haters
You could survive the game and back but don't fuck with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did shit but I'm not on no industry shit 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 nigga
I see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when another come up
Or never forget where I came my nigga
That's what this about, this about teachin
these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't around here tryin to make a gimmick
me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper
I'm to be the best hustler, ever came 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 throw it up to my boy Myke for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?