Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

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

A lot of people castin shade on the that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get laid if the gets played
So this 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 back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, in peace
While you a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D
One verse'll melt the ice on your 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

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

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' it to you late (late)
gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I used to weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to take to put out my tape (tape)
Tryin to outsmart the boys in
knew how much I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
That's off my cocoa (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles my booty cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) full of huns (huns)
Fluffin 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 a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!

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

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