Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this shit?"
A three-strike victim, a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler
Where you from, your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto of Famer
International resider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
Check it out; Dub C ?the below?
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 to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to
it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way I signed for cabbage

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

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

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