Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I done did it
And you ain't never nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real
This for out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and movin
look back

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How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and three
One hit away I'm for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints
I put the Cali on the map my
And never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under
Don't matter how much you got, police'll still sweat ya
you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother a bid
I had my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most still point 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 gets paper,
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, ME
I my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But think 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 fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the radio or and
try to hold these streets down, seen get beat down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made fo' hundred million and change
Still it real, never disrespected the game
And y'all know how I, love 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 Baby like to
They stayed humble and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it
Now we connected this thing from New to Ca$hville

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 Limit opened the doors for the rest of so
It's like, this whole "Bout it It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't battlin on records man
It's about livin about survivin it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

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I stole my first car, a nigga named Herb
If I I seen the police I put it to the curb
We was, and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy one
My poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Christ by the brass
I'm so glad 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 lil' change, I had a lil'
we put it together 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 back but don't fuck with 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 this shit ten years 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 that's cool too
But I'm not gon' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget 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
me man I ain't tryin to be the best 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 give me one, I'm 'bout gettin
I just throw it up to my boy Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?