Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the remix
So what we do is
Further the term "hustling" cause
These fools on the radio got people
you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or but
You could be in right now
On your way to school or, on your way from
You could be, flippin burgers, corp mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler go

A lot of people castin on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio like 50 a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man Smackdown
And you gotta back down, the grind don't cease
While dudes likes is hard to find in the streets
I like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the C-I-T-Y
One melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock favorite rapper out
And I'm a

2X: Murs]
H-U-S-T-L-E
never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Goal not to be have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me and play with me homey

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you (late)
gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I used to weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to to put out my first tape (tape)
to outsmart the boys in blue
Never knew how I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 mayne (mayne)
That's off my leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and
A out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
Sippin on Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, player done made it GOOD! (good)
And I wish a sucker would, try to knock my (hustle)
these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would shutdown if Mexicans the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and bustin
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tamales tres 4
chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and
We bangin on busters no just us
of the hustle, is mind over muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they barely pay the bills
Streets askin ju got heart, ju is pop tart
One lick you get knocked out the pop charts
why I grind from the ground up
They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching

[John
Yo Murs, this John Cena the WWE
you in on a different struggle
The struggle that takes in four corners y'know
And it go this
You it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke
The of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I gon' lay wit'cha
Born to keep movin, 'em wrong
A straight hustler, stay true to the
In the street they shot heat to try to settle a
In the squared circle, you feel the metal to
everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you look you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, on his face and keep risin
So just when they me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be in
My punch card make money appear, out of
As long as I'm breathin, my will swell
And John Cena's the kid, that go hell for a cell, what?