Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the remix
So we gon' do is
Further the term "hustling" cause
These fools on the got people thinkin
you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or but
You could be in right now
On your way to or, on your way from work
You could be, burgers, doin corp mergers
You still a motherfuckin let's go

A lot of people castin shade on the classic we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get laid if the remix played
So throw this on the like 50 times a day
I got my dude the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man Smackdown
And you gotta back down, cause the grind cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to in the streets
I like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about 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 Jacob on my wrist, that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your favorite out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
H-U-S-T-L-E
You'll never find a that ain't mine 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 give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I to quarterback weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to take to put out my first (tape)
to outsmart the boys in blue
Never knew how I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo (mayne)
off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my cheeks
The same old for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker (roper)
Sippin on Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, that player done it GOOD! (good)
And I a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and nines
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tamales tamales 4
when chingo needs some money he'll be down your door
This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and
We on busters no justice just us
of the hustle, is mind over muscle
Chingo be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they barely pay the bills
Streets ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I from the ground up
They see me I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this John Cena the WWE
Fillin you in on a different
The struggle that takes in four corners y'know
And it go like
You it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke
The type of stage the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' than straight liquor
You by the wayside I ain't gon' lay wit'cha
Born to 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 lovin you, when you 'em steak?
You off you look around you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his and keep risin
So just when counted me out, I surprised 'em
a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in
My punch card money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will
And John the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?