Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the remix
So we gon' do is
Further define the "hustling" cause
These fools on the radio got people
you sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You be in traffic right now
On way to school or, on your way from work
You could be, flippin burgers, doin mergers
You a motherfuckin hustler let's go

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

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

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you (late)
E-40-Water gon' it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I to quarterback weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to take to put out my tape (tape)
Tryin to outsmart the in blue
knew how much I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo 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 turfed out motherfucker, in a smoker roper (roper)
on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)
Fluffin Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good)
And I a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these motherfuckers I was up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo Bling the boss, I 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 tamales 4
when chingo needs some he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and
We bangin on busters no just us
Definition of the hustle, is over muscle
Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really
If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the
Streets ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One lick you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I grind the ground up
They see me I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this Cena from the WWE
Fillin you in on a struggle
The struggle that takes place in four corners
And it go like
You think it's all fun and but this shit is no joke
The type of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' than straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't lay wit'cha
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A hustler, stay true to the song
In the they shot heat to try to settle a beef
In the squared circle, you the metal to teeth
plus everybody lovin you, when you 'em steak?
You fall off you look you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his face and keep
So when they counted me out, I surprised 'em
a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in
My punch card make money appear, out of
As as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell
And John Cena's the kid, that go through for a cell, what?