Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, the remix right?
So we gon' do is
Further define the "hustling" cause
These fools on the got people thinkin
you gotta dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You could be in traffic now
On your way to school or, on your way from
You could be, flippin burgers, doin 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 get laid if the remix gets played
So throw on the radio like 50 times a day
I got my from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin in the paint, with my man from Smackdown
And you gotta down, cause the grind don't cease
dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I hustle like the Fo-Five, rest in peace
you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to 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 Jacob on my wrist, that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to your favorite rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
hustler
You'll never find a that ain't mine motherfucker
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)
gon' give 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 I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top (fade)
But I never pedalled 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 turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada roper (roper)
Sippin on Cobra (Cobra) bankroll 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 shutdown if took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and nines
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tres tamales 4
when chingo needs some he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on no justice just us
Definition of the hustle, is mind muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Russell
lovin Chingo cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, could barely pay the bills
Streets ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good lick you get out the pop charts
That's why I grind the ground up
They see me nowadays I be 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 this
You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no
The type of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't lay wit'cha
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A straight hustler, stay to the song
In the street they shot to try to settle a beef
In the circle, you feel the metal to teeth
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 when they counted me out, I 'em
Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, I be clockin in
My punch card money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my pockets swell
And John Cena's the kid, that go hell for a cell, what?