Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin
Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A victim, with a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from machines
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto of Famer
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar No Limit's like Master P
my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
Chorus: singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide
wanna holla at me a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm
know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I (hocus pocus)
I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and be my nine to five
it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for

[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper
Three: Too $hort

I'm from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the
Like them 3rd niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you foe?
Top notch on my smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin
Custom made tapes with your name, you complain
I always been the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the
Ghetto star, the pavement
I'm down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game Oakland so I came to this conclusion

$hort Dawg, you know we players
Get money nigga
[E-40] get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You $hort Dawg always get his scratch
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
[WC] You I'm takin mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they can face
our paper route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!