Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the remix
So what we do is
Further define the "hustling" cause
fools on the radio got people thinkin
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 be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler go

A lot of people castin shade on the that we made but
Say you say we just ask to get paid
And I get laid if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio 50 times a day
I got my from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man Smackdown
And you back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the
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, a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D
One verse'll melt the ice on favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not I'm about
But I will find time to your favorite rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
H-U-S-T-L-E
You'll never find a dime that ain't motherfucker
Goal not to be broken have to stroll a sucker
So pay me what you owe me and don't 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 weight (weight)
Did it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)
to outsmart the boys in blue
Never knew how much I (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my fade (fade)
But I never pedalled 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) gritty and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of (huns)
that Public 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 motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo Bling the boss, I could get a layoff
would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and nines
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tres tamales 4
when chingo needs money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my slangers and in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on busters no 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 nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching

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