Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

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

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

I'm comin from a fashion show, with a hoe
Smokin indo the Valle-jo
Like 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you foe?
Top on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin I did when I was broke
My best customers, real and G's
Dopefiend on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B game
made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the
star, feelin the pavement
I'm always to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to I'm doin
I got the game from so I came to this conclusion

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