Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Put your money where your is D-Loc ain't playing
I know cats you that are broke just claiming
Ain't saying nothing just flapping lips
running your mouth because you can talk some shit
Ain't got to show for busting cool ass raps
But that's cool with me dog where your at
I'm talking about the hustle 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 fifty and I'll turn a couple a hunnies
Give me ten g's and I'll you what I can do
Johnny Richter's on the hustle and we loot
I used to and serve sacks on a day to day basis
Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats bass
a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing
On the road for two months home with bacon

You can't stop our
You can't this
You stop our hustle
Don't try kid
You stop our hustle
We world now
You can't stop our
Koast II Koast
You stop our hustle
The game's all the
You can't our hustle
Just to make some change
You can't stop our
It's time to build the
You can't stop our
So the hustlers at

Everybody I got cops on the payroll
So lay low until I say so
When that whistle blow all be splitting dough
Nobody act until the orders come
There be enough cheese to spread for everyone
Making money and the feds hate it
underdogs most underrated
We got the locked branded and spaded

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

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

Don't none what you say or what you do
Throw salt in the but it's coming right back at you
Snitches and bitches dirty rats and double
off we the underground bosses
Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope
These are ties we all breaking bread

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