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 sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You could be in traffic now
On your way to school or, on 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 that we made but
Say what you say we ask to get paid
And I might get laid if the remix gets
So this on the radio like 50 times a day
I got my from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from
And you back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes is hard to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, in peace
While you bark a lot your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a who likes 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 melt the ice on favorite rap guy
No on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock favorite rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
hustler
You'll never find a dime that ain't mine
Goal not to be broken to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me and don't with me homey

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you (late)
E-40-Water give 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 outsmart the in blue
Never knew how I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my fade (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
That's off my leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, between my booty cheeks
The old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa
A out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
Sippin on King (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, that player made it GOOD! (good)
And I wish a sucker would, try to my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a
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 needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on no justice just us
Definition of the hustle, is mind over
Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the
Streets ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good you get knocked out the pop charts
why I grind from the ground up
They see me I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

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