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, cause it's real
This for out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never look

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How could a shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason was meant to be
Most want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin
And most niggaz they'll bust pressure
Don't how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got in my mouth and I'm reppin 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 these
But, niggaz'll still 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 or stars 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 think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you 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 streets down, 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, never the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, love
But it's mo' to the South about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck it real
Now we this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And of these youngsters, they forget where they came from
If it wasn't, like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit the doors for the rest of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was a movement
But it was real because it ain't like 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 first car, with a nigga Herb
If I thank I seen the police I put it to the
We was, young and buckwild in the 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 decide not to that abortion
and put me in a can or even me to the ocean
Seen so crack babies get high 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
we put it together den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you be a star
But I never thought I'd it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce but don't fuck with fakers

Maaan, I coulda did this shit 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 top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then that's too
But I'm not never disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget I came from my nigga
That's what about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the 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 me one, I'm 'bout gettin 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?