Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, it's the remix
So we gon' do is
Further the term "hustling" cause
These on the radio got people thinkin
you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or but
You be in traffic right now
On your way to school or, on your way from
You could be, burgers, doin corp mergers
You a motherfuckin hustler let's go

A lot of people castin shade on the classic we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get
And I might get laid if the remix played
So throw this on the like 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from
And you back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, in peace
you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the C-I-T-Y
One melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, that's not what I'm about
But I find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a

2X: Murs]
H-U-S-T-L-E
You'll never find a dime ain't mine motherfucker
Goal not to be have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me and don't play me homey

Huh, it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way 1988 (8)
I used to weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to take to put out my tape (tape)
to outsmart the boys in blue
Never knew how much I (made)
I used to throw 'em off my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
That's off my cocoa (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the (hood)
boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good)
And I wish a would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these motherfuckers I was up in the struggle!

[Chingo
Chingo Bling the boss, I could get a layoff
would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, keys, and nines bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of
one dos tamales tres tamales 4
when needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my slangers and in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on busters no justice us
Definition of the hustle, is mind muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Russell
Bootleggers lovin cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they barely pay the bills
Streets ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I from the ground up
They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, bling

[John
Yo Murs, this John from the WWE
Fillin you in on a different
The struggle that takes in four corners y'know
And it go like
You it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke
The type of where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight
You fall by the wayside I ain't lay wit'cha
to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A hustler, stay true to the song
In the street they shot heat to try to settle a
In the circle, you feel the metal to teeth
plus everybody you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You off you look around you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his face and keep
So when they counted me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in
My punch make money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my will swell
And John Cena's the kid, that go hell for a cell, what?