Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

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

A lot of people castin on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get laid if the gets played
So throw this on the radio like 50 a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, 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 like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about your glock, had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's lot
In the M-I-D
One verse'll the ice on your favorite rap guy
No on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your favorite out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
hustler
You'll never find a dime that ain't motherfucker
not to be broken have 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' it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way 1988 (8)
I to quarterback weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to 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 my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and
A out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy Vallejo, that player done 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 the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would shutdown if Mexicans the day off
Freeways, keys, and nines bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of
one dos tamales 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 over muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Russell
Bootleggers lovin Chingo my shit really sells
If they was you, they could barely pay the bills
askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good lick you get out the pop charts
why I grind from the ground up
They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching

[John
Yo Murs, John Cena from the WWE
Fillin you in on a different
The struggle that takes in four corners y'know
And it go this
You think it's all fun and but this shit is no joke
The type of stage where the be cuttin ya throat
They move but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't lay wit'cha
Born to keep movin, 'em wrong
A hustler, stay true to the song
In the street shot heat to try to settle a beef
In the squared circle, you feel the metal to
everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you look around you'll be 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 Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?