Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living mayne; I done did it once
And you never seen nobody do it again huh?
You gotta it, cause it's real mayne
for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin with makin it out
Stay focused, get you can get man and keep movin
Never back

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How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill
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 mouth in the hood like Canseco
they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the on the map my nigga
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 money you got, police'll sweat ya
When you 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 doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm to be here for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still point the
And yo' kindness for weakness '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 it's not a deal, IT'S ME
I my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm done with - you feel me?
And then sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

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Real niggaz see these fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, seen get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put out on the map, I got a piece now
Made over fo' million and change
Still kept it real, never disrespected the
And y'all know how I, love Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South about Florida and Alabama
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Boys rollin Phantoms
Oklahoma, Arkansas, Carolina to
Dem got golds, candy paint on buttons
doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young kept it real
Now we this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, they forget they came from
If it wasn't, like Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No opened the doors for the rest 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 battlin on records man
It's about livin it's about survivin it's about go and get ya feel me?

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I stole my first car, with a 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 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 take me to the ocean
Seen so many babies get high and mothers 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
Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta watch haters
You survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this but I'm not on no industry shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to find who I to be
I did this shit ten years here, 75 million records nigga
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' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came my nigga
what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't 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, came to the rap game, you feel me?
my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we in this motherfucker
You me?