Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

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

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How could a nigga shoot callings of the clip and kill three
One hit I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for
I'm the Ghetto gangsta, best 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 I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go to slangin pillars
And niggaz they'll bust 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 mouth and I'm New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be for these kids
But, most niggaz'll 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 stripes or stars my nigga, I paper, y'know?
When I do a it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I my money! Cause 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 then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya me?

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Real niggaz see through these 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 over fo' hundred million and
Still kept it real, never disrespected the
And y'all niggaz know how I, love
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and like to stunt
They still humble and Cash Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young Buck it real
Now we this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, they forget where came from
If it wasn't, labels like Rap-A-Lot, wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real it ain't 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 Herb
If I thank I seen the I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood fun
A van by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was the past
I seen Luther King 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'
we put it together 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 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 my nigga
I had to me, I had to find who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out 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 where I came from my nigga
what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I tryin to be the best rapper
I'm to be the best hustler, ever 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 hookin me up this dope mayne
We out bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this motherfucker
You me?