Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Put money where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing
I cats like you that are broke just claiming
Ain't saying nothing just flapping lips
Just running your mouth because you can talk shit
Ain't got nothing to for busting cool ass raps
But cool with me dog where your money at
I'm talking about the even if your fresh see you're wack
I get paid homey rubber man stacks

Give me a and I'll make it a twenty
Give me a and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies
Give me ten g's and I'll show you I can do
Johnny Richter's on the hustle and we loot
I used to slang and serve on a day to day basis
Now I and slang raps fill my beats with bass
It's a game it's a we all paper chasing
On the road for two months coming home with

You can't our hustle
You can't this
You can't our hustle
Don't try kid
You stop our hustle
We wide now
You can't our hustle
II Koast blaow
You can't our hustle
The all the same
You can't stop our
Just trying to make change
You can't our hustle
time to build the stacks
You stop our hustle
So where the at

Everybody I got cops on the payroll
So just lay low I say so
that whistle blow we'll all be splitting dough
Nobody act dumb the orders come
There will be enough to spread for everyone
legal money and the feds hate it
Real underdogs most
We got the underground locked and spaded

me get my boogie on and flex this muscle
Ten later D-Loc still on the hustle
I'm a get my grind on dig them out with a
stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble
Let the double double them up to the ceiling
this shit's all done with I'll be worth a million
Watch me shine just let me this bud
Let me drink this cocktail I feel getting' fucked up

I'm hustle until the wheels fall off
Keep on going out for never punching a clock
the hustle don't stop the game waits for nobody
Just trying to make cash like my last name was Gotti
Stay on the grind like Independent
Fifty fifty five-o let me know up
And you can catch me on the streets of P-Town
I can still add all the way to a pound

matter none what you say or what you do
Throw salt in the but it's coming right back at you
Snitches and bitches rats and double crossers
Fuck off we the bosses
Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope
These are family we all breaking bread

You eat crumbs the table
Wipe mouth you're dropped from the label