Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the right?
So we gon' do is
Further the term "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 your way to or, on your way from work
You be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers
You a motherfuckin hustler let's go

A lot of people shade on the classic that we made but
Say you say we just ask to get paid
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 from
Goin hard in the paint, my man from Smackdown
And you gotta back down, cause the grind cease
dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to a lot
That's why you got your snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D
One melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not I'm about
But I will find time to knock your rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
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
ain't gon' give it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I used to quarterback (weight)
Did it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)
Tryin to the boys in blue
Never knew how 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)
off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) and sabalosa
A out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) full of huns (huns)
that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, that done made it GOOD! (good)
And I wish a would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these motherfuckers I was up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of
one tamale dos tamales tamales 4
when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin your door
This is for my slangers and hustlers in and rustlers
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 shit sells
If was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills
Streets askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop
One good lick you get knocked out the pop
That's why I grind from the up
see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this John from the WWE
you in on a different struggle
The that takes place in four corners y'know
And it go like
You think it's all fun and games but shit is no joke
The of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' than straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't gon' lay
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A straight hustler, stay true to the
In the street they shot to try to settle a beef
In the squared circle, you feel the to teeth
everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you look around be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his and keep risin
So just when counted 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 pockets will
And John the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?