Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

*C
South huster slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
and hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya and shoot ya motherfuckin head off
c murder a real fuckin natural born killah for my nigga
I'm badder my nuts is bigger
with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug 2Pac
I'm it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya
everyday young gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't
at the fuckin club the run the place
but I gotta do what I gotta do Manson
I'm crazy for these penitentiary chances
once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
a aint' shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a like C doin bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the of my hollow
they ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis south hustler

Hustlin I gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin slangin and yayo,
Hustlin gots to make myself mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my
*Partners in (P n C down here)*
Deep south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends
hangin on the set to stack some fuckin dividends
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat Master P
me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali
dont' have no money like Dog or Dr. Dre
but I'm glad so say I dat I'm on my way
dey say dis click has No motherfuckin
with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a strugglin tryin to survive
if you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo
never with bloods or no motherfuckin crips
but if you set trip I'll be to bust yo lip
skip the yellow brick road to the N.O.
deep down south yeah you know how it goes
Now I'm a down hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
leavin niggas stuck on the real I ain't stuttin
ain't hard to see I'm commin from
cause if you the streets you got to get the job done
commin up in dem streets ain't no easy
only a nigga with nuts nigga with got to get past
need skills just to play up in dis game
for the fortune and fame tryin to make a name
so to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas
and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down hustlin

P*
Tryin to make dem strugglin on the grind
got to feed the chased by the one- time
but dem laws couldn't me
it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to P
where should I go where I go
I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor
changed my t-shirt fled out the back
2 hours back in the hood slangin dope
cause its an everyday thang where I at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I I name dat
where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem roll
dont' give a about you or ya life bro
and the game get deep down
cause every nigga roll through the hood gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for
gettin paid transport narcotics from New to the bay
yo G man everyday
drop top cutlass,caddys with rags,
88 gold thangs and zags
but we dont' flop
we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the
From New (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)
fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a south hustler

*after the chorus a different one just right here*
because I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin I to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south damn
Hustlin commin straight the N.O.