Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

*C
Down huster slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only
and won't to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya head off
c murder a real fuckin natural born for realah my nigga
I'm badder cause my nuts is
strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2
niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin it in but I was born in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya
everyday niggas 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 do like Manson
I'm for takin these penitentiary chances
cause once the money start commins like you just can't stop it
a nigga aint' without his pockets
So watch yo back when a like C doin bad
I'll do a solo and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the of my hollow
they ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act like a bitch and get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis down hustler

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

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

*after the same chorus a one just right here*
Hustlin I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin I gots to me and my hoe
Hustlin out dis down south damn flow
Hustlin commin from the N.O.