Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin
[E-40] weebelations?
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
Thinkin of a master
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and G's from money machines
My click trump tight, we roll like dice
For the ten whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin the pavement
Top CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like P
Found my glitch in rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
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 night
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on any man?
Bout to bomb on bitch-ass 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 homicide division
wanna holla at me about a
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a in my pocket
I don't from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics
Long money, way before I signed for

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

I'm comin from a show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smoke
But she don't know about the that I did when I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
beats on the backstreets
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't
I always been about the business, I changed
As as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the
I'm always to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm
I got the game from Oakland so I to this conclusion

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