Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

Put your where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing
I know cats like you 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 show for busting cool ass
But that's with me dog where your money at
I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see wack
I get paid homey rubber man stacks

Give me a five and 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 on the hustle and we grabbing loot
I used to slang and serve on a day to day basis
Now I serve and slang fill my beats with bass
It's a game a hustle we all paper chasing
On the road for two months coming with bacon

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

knows 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 until the orders
There will be enough cheese to spread for
Making money and the feds hate it
Real underdogs most
We got the locked branded 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 a shovel
Keep my chips then watch my ends bubble
Let the double double them up to the ceiling
When this shit's all with I'll be worth a million
Watch me shine let me smoke this bud
Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting' up

I'm gonna hustle the wheels fall off
on going out for mine never punching a clock
'Cause the hustle don't stop the game waits for
Just trying to make cash like my last name was Gotti
on the grind like Independent trucks
Fifty five-o let me know what's up
And you can still catch me on the of P-Town
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 crossers
Fuck off we the underground
Fuck off like 2 Dope said
These are family ties we all breaking

You eat from the table
Wipe your mouth dropped from the label