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] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a master
Cause ain't but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A victim, with a million dollar dream
of 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin Maad Circle gang and
smokin and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin
Mashin for the cheddar No Limit's like Master P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still
Chorus: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna at me about a manslaughter
ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin
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 order to do I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to
Check it out, mathematics, paper established
Long money, way I signed for cabbage

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

I'm comin from a fashion show, 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 hustlin I did when I was broke
My best customers, real and G's
Dopefiend on the backstreets
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you complain
I been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the
star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, to get paid bitch
no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from so I came to this conclusion

$hort Dawg, you know we players
Get your 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 tall can face
Glorifyin our route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!