Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

Give me a five and make it a twenty
me a fifty 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 and we grabbing loot
I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day
Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats bass
a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing
On the for two months coming home with bacon

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

Everybody knows I got on the payroll
So just lay low I say so
When that whistle blow we'll all be dough
Nobody act until the orders come
There will be cheese to spread for everyone
Making legal and the feds hate it
Real underdogs underrated
We got the underground locked and spaded

Watch me get my boogie on and flex this
Ten years later D-Loc 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 stack them up to the ceiling
When this shit's all done I'll be worth a million
Watch me shine just let me this bud
Let me drink cocktail I feel like getting' fucked up

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

Don't matter 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 crossers
Fuck off we the underground
Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope
These are family ties we all bread

You eat crumbs from the
Wipe your you're dropped from the label