Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

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

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How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason was meant to be
Most niggaz want and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, hustling in the rap game
run they mouth in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I up in my Saints coat
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 how much money you got, police'll still sweat ya
When you black and rich and you and you ballin
I got golds in my and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had my life, I'm tryin to be here for these kids
But, most still 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 my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
When I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, ME
I my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think can get rid of me
Man I goin nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya me?

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Real niggaz see through fakers so it's time to expose 'em
You can't come from the 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 kept it real, never disrespected the
And y'all niggaz know how I, Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and
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 to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash blew up
6 got a chance, Young Buck kept it real
Now we connected this thing from New 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 Limit opened the for the rest of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it Bout It" thang man was a movement
But it was real because it ain't like on records man
It's about livin it's about it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

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I my first car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I seen the I put it to the curb
We was, and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the
I'm so glad Josie not to have 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 change, I had a lil' change
Fuck we put it together den we 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 watch them haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no shit my nigga
I had to me, I had to find 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 another come up
Or never forget where I came my nigga
That's what about, this about teachin mayne
these kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here to make a gimmick
This me man I ain't to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the 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 for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we in this motherfucker
You me?