Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

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

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How a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit I'm here 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 like Canseco
'fore steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the on the map my nigga
And I'll never radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust pressure
Don't matter how much 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 reppin New
They say he, young and he crazy and his doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for these
But, most niggaz'll still the finger
And take yo' 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 stars my nigga, I paper, y'know?
When I do a deal not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a
But anybody they can get rid of me
Man I ain't nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And then 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 come the radio or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a now
Made over fo' million and change
Still kept it real, never 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, Billy Boys Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby to stunt
They still stayed humble and Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck it real
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to

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

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I stole my first car, with a nigga named
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 poundin, I was chasin the past
I Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so Josie decide 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 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
Then Big told me boy you gon' be a star
But I thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck 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 shit ten years still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no out there could top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then cool too
But I'm not never disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never where I came from my nigga
That's what this about, this teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the hustler, ever came 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 Diesel for hookin me up with dope mayne
We out bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?