Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

It's the return of a living legend I done did it once
And you never seen nobody do it again huh?
You love it, cause it's real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for
Ain't wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get you can get man and keep movin
Never back

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How could a nigga enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was to be
Most niggaz want and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
'fore they steal raw cream that I up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my
And I'll never radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll bust under
Don't matter how much money you got, police'll sweat ya
you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my and I'm reppin New Orleans
say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be here for these
But, most niggaz'll still the finger
And take yo' for weakness 'til a motherfucker bang ya

Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Dog
I'm not lookin for or stars my nigga, I gets paper, y'know?
I do a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere I'm done with this - you feel me?
And I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya heard me?

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Real niggaz see through these fakers so it's time to 'em
You can't come the radio or suburb and
try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got a now
over fo' hundred million and change
Still kept it real, never the game
And y'all niggaz know how I, Atlanta
But it's mo' to the South what about Florida and
Mississippi, Louisiana, St. - "Country Grammar"
Tennessee and Texas, Billy Boys rollin
Oklahoma, Arkansas, to Kentucky
Dem got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to
They still stayed humble and Money blew up
Three 6 got a chance, Young kept it real
Now we this thing from New Orleans to Ca$hville

And most of these youngsters, they forget they came from
If it wasn't, labels Rap-A-Lot, there wouldn't be no, No Limit
And then No Limit opened the doors for the of South so
It's like, this whole "Bout it It" thang man was like a movement
But it was real because it like battlin on records man
It's about livin it's about it's about go and get paper ya feel me?

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I stole my first car, with a nigga Herb
If I I seen the police I put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood fun
A van drove by and my boy one
My heart poundin, I was the past
I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ by the
I'm so glad Josie not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even me to the ocean
Seen so many crack get high and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a change, I had a lil' change
we put it together den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma me boy you gon' be a star
But I never I'd make it from the hood and go so far
My pops told me son you gotta watch haters
You could survive the game and bounce back but don't with fakers

Maaan, I coulda been did this shit but I'm not on no shit my nigga
I had to find me, I had to who I wanted to be
I did this shit ten still here, 75 million records nigga
I don't see no nigga out there top that or try
But if you can my and you do then that's cool too
But I'm not gon' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget where I came my nigga
what this about, this about teachin mayne
Savin kids, you know
I ain't battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to a gimmick
me man I ain't tryin to be the best rapper
I'm to be the best hustler, ever came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if you give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with this dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we in this motherfucker
You me?