Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

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

A lot of people shade on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get if the remix gets played
So throw this on the like 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from
Goin hard in the paint, with my man 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, rest in
While you a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You a gangster homeboy, just 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 melt 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 find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me you owe me and don't play with me homey

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' it to you late (late)
gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I to quarterback weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to to put out my first tape (tape)
Tryin to outsmart the in blue
knew 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 cocoa (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, between my booty cheeks
The same old for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of (huns)
Fluffin Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, player done made it GOOD! (good)
And I a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these motherfuckers I was up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a
America would if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, keys, and nines bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of
one tamale dos tamales 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 busters no justice us
of the hustle, is mind over muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt
Bootleggers Chingo cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they could 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, bling

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