Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I did it once
And you ain't seen nobody do it again 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 movin
Never look

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How could a nigga shoot 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, best in the rap game
Homies run they in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I 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 under pressure
Don't matter how much money you got, still sweat ya
you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my 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, most still point the finger
And take yo' kindness for '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 anybody they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done this - you feel me?
And I'ma 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 come from the radio or and
try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a now
over fo' hundred million and change
Still it real, never disrespected the game
And y'all niggaz how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and like to stunt
still stayed humble and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it
Now we connected this thing from New Orleans to

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

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I my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the I put it to the curb
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 King and Jesus Christ by the
I'm so glad decide not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even me to the ocean
Seen so many crack 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
Fuck we put it together den we up in the game
Then Big Momma me boy you gon' be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the and go so far
My pops me son you gotta watch them haters
You could survive the and bounce back 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 this shit ten years still here, 75 million records
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' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came from my
That's this about, this about teachin mayne
these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around 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 give me one, I'm gettin paper
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 in this motherfucker
You me?