Luyện nghe bài hát Hustle

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

Give me a five and make it a twenty
Give me a and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies
Give me ten g's and show you what I can do
Richter's on the hustle 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 with
It's a game it's a hustle we all chasing
On the road for two months coming home with

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

Everybody knows I got on the payroll
So lay low until I say so
When that blow we'll all be splitting dough
Nobody act dumb the orders come
There will be enough cheese to spread for
Making money and the feds hate it
Real underdogs most
We got the underground branded and spaded

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

I'm gonna hustle the wheels 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 cash like my last name was Gotti
on the grind like Independent trucks
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

matter none what you say or what you do
Throw in the game but it's coming right back at you
Snitches and dirty rats and double crossers
Fuck off we the underground
off like Shaggy 2 Dope said
These are family ties we all bread

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