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 nobody do it huh?
You gotta love it, cause real mayne
This for everybody out searchin for somethin
Ain't wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get you can get man and keep movin
Never look

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How could a nigga enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason was meant to be
niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, hustling in the rap game
run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the on the map my nigga
And never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll sweat ya
you black and rich 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 changed my life, I'm to be here for these 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 for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal it's not a deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a
But anybody think 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 fakers so it's time to 'em
You can't from the radio or suburb and
try to hold streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' million and change
Still kept it real, never the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, Atlanta
But mo' to the South what 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
Even doe Lil Wayne, and like to stunt
They still stayed and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck it real
Now we connected this thing New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of youngsters, they forget where they came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, there be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a
But it was real because it like battlin on records man
It's about it's about survivin 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 seen the police I put it to the
We was, young and buckwild in the hood fun
A van drove by and my boy one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the
I seen Martin Luther and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have that
and put me in a can or take me to the ocean
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 jumped up in the
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 watch them
You could survive the and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten still here, 75 million records nigga
I see no nigga out there could top that or try
But if you can my and you do then that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my
what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin kids, you know
I battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the best
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 gettin
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in motherfucker
You me?