Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

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

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How could a nigga shoot callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap
Homies run they mouth in the hood Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my coat
I put the on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust pressure
matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you 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 changed my life, I'm tryin to be for these kids
But, most niggaz'll point the finger
And yo' kindness for weakness '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 it's not a deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! I'm a hustler
But anybody think can get rid of me
Man I goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

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Real see through these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't from the radio or suburb and
try to hold these down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put out on the map, I got a piece now
Made fo' hundred million and change
Still kept it real, disrespected the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Money blew up
6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, they forget where they from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there be no, No Limit
And then No opened the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't like 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 my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I 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 the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus by the brass
I'm so glad Josie not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even me to the ocean
Seen so many crack babies get and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a change
Fuck we put it den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you be a star
But I never I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this but I'm not on no industry shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to who I wanted to be
I did shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there could top 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 about, this about teachin mayne
these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you me?
That's my title my nigga if you gotta me one, I'm 'bout gettin 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 in this motherfucker
You me?