Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

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

A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio 50 times a day
I got my from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from
And you back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in
While you a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's lot
In the C-I-T-Y
One verse'll melt the ice on favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not I'm about
But I find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a

2X: Murs]
H-U-S-T-L-E
never 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 play me homey

Huh, it out
ain't gon' give it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way 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 knew how much I (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my fade (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 mayne (mayne)
off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my cheeks
The old clothes 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 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 wish a sucker would, try to my hustle (hustle)
Fuck 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, keys, and nines bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of
one tamale dos tres tamales 4
when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your
This is for my and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on busters no justice us
Definition of the hustle, is mind muscle
Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really
If was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills
Streets askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop
One good you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I from the ground up
They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, 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 where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I gon' lay wit'cha
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A straight hustler, stay true to the
In the street they shot to try to settle a beef
In the squared circle, you feel the to teeth
plus lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you around you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his face and keep
So just when counted me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be in
My punch make money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my pockets swell
And John the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?