Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend mayne; I did it once
And you never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta love it, cause it's mayne
This for out there searchin for somethin
nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep
Never back

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How could a nigga 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 in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And niggaz they'll bust under pressure
matter how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and 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 brother a bid
I had changed my life, I'm to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a motherfucker 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 it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! I'm a hustler
But think they can get rid of me
Man I goin nowhere 'til I'm done with 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 so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, niggaz get beat down
and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' hundred million and
Still kept it real, never disrespected the
And y'all niggaz how I, love Atlanta
But mo' to the South what about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on
Even doe Lil Wayne, and like to stunt
They still stayed 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 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 doors for the of South so
It's like, this "Bout it Bout It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it ain't like battlin on 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, with a nigga named
If I thank I seen the police I put it to the
We was, and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the
I seen Luther King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad Josie decide not to that abortion
and put me in a can or even me to the ocean
Seen so many crack babies get high and mothers 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 up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the and go so far
My pops told me son you watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce but don't fuck with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did 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 top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then cool too
But I'm not gon' never disrespect when nigga come up
Or forget where I came from my nigga
That's what this about, this about mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't tryin to be the 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 me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this
You me?