Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

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

A lot of people castin on the classic that we made but
Say you say we just ask to get paid
And I might get laid if the remix played
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, my man from Smackdown
And you gotta back down, the grind don't cease
While likes {*edit*} is hard 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 gangster homeboy, just a dude who to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a parking lot
In the C-I-T-Y
One verse'll the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, that's not what I'm about
But I find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
hustler
You'll find a dime that ain't mine 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 give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I to quarterback weight (weight)
Did it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)
to outsmart the boys in blue
Never how much I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo (mayne)
That's off my leaf (leaf)
in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of (huns)
Fluffin that 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 I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo the boss, I could never get a layoff
would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, keys, and nines bustin
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tres tamales 4
when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your
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 cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they could pay the bills
Streets askin ju got heart, ju is pop tart
One lick you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I grind from the up
They see me nowadays I be bling up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this John Cena the WWE
you in on a different struggle
The struggle takes place in four corners y'know
And it go like
You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no
The type of stage where the be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight
You fall by the 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 lovin you, when you feedin 'em
You off you look around you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his face and risin
So just when counted me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in
My card make money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my will swell
And Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?