Luyện nghe bài hát Best Hustler

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

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How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill
One hit away I'm here for a reason was meant to be
Most niggaz titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they in the hood like Jose Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints
I put the Cali on the map my
And never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back to slangin pillars
And most niggaz they'll under pressure
Don't matter how money you got, police'll still sweat ya
you black and rich and you rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother a bid
I had changed my life, I'm tryin to be for these kids
But, most niggaz'll still the finger
And take yo' kindness for weakness 'til a 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?
When I do a it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't nowhere 'til I'm done with this - you feel me?
And then I'ma sic my son on y'all, ya me?

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

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

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I stole my car, with a nigga named Herb
If I thank I the police I put it to the curb
We was, and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the
I seen Martin King and Jesus Christ by the brass
I'm so glad decide not to have that abortion
and put me in a can or even take me to the
Seen so many crack babies get and mothers give up
Man I'm a No Soldier, I had to get up
My boy Boz had a lil' change, I had a lil'
Fuck we put it together den we up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you be a star
But I never thought I'd it from the hood and go so far
My pops me son you gotta watch them haters
You survive the game and bounce back but don't fuck 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 years still here, 75 million nigga
I don't see no nigga out there top that or try
But if you can my nigga and you do then cool too
But I'm not gon' disrespect when another nigga come up
Or never forget I came from my nigga
That's what this about, about teachin mayne
Savin these kids, you
I battle rappin, I ain't sittin around here tryin to make a gimmick
This me man I tryin to be the best rapper
I'm tryin to be the best hustler, came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for hookin me up with dope mayne
We out this bitch mayne, or should I say we back in this
You me?