Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, the remix right?
So what we do is
Further define the "hustling" cause
fools on the radio got people thinkin
you gotta 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 be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers
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 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from
And you gotta down, cause the grind don't cease
While likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
you bark 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 chain snatched in a parking lot
In the C-I-T-Y
One verse'll the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your rapper out
And I'm a

[Chorus 2X:
hustler
You'll never find a 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 with me

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't give it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way 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 much I (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)
off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles 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) full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, that player 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 get a layoff
America would shutdown if Mexicans the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and bustin
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tres tamales 4
when chingo some money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on busters no justice us
Definition of the hustle, is mind over
Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my really sells
If they was 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 grind from the up
see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this John Cena the WWE
Fillin you in on a struggle
The struggle that takes in four corners y'know
And it go like
You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no
The of stage where the millionaires 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
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A straight hustler, true to the song
In the they 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 seein who
A true hustler, on his face and keep risin
So just when counted me out, I surprised '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 through hell for a cell,