Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend I done did it once
And you ain't seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's real
for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never look

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How could a nigga shoot enough of the clip and kill three
One hit I'm here for a reason this 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 Jose
they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, 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, and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the
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 lookin for or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! I'm a hustler
But anybody think can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm with 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 come the radio or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred and change
Still it real, never disrespected the game
And niggaz know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on
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 from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, 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 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 like battlin on records man
about livin 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 Herb
If I thank I seen the I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the havin fun
A van by and my boy caught one
My poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to have abortion
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 change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma 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 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 still here, 75 records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do that's cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when nigga come up
Or never forget where I from my nigga
That's what this about, about teachin mayne
these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to a gimmick
This me man I ain't to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for me up with this dope mayne
We out bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?