Luyện nghe bài hát Hustler Remix

9th, the remix right?
So we gon' do is
Further define the "hustling" cause
These on the radio got people thinkin
you gotta sell or, be a killer or somethin but
You be in traffic right now
On your way to or, on your way from work
You could be, flippin burgers, corp mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler go

A lot of people castin shade on the that 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 radio 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from
And you gotta down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, in peace
While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a who likes to talk a lot
why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D
One verse'll melt the ice on your 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

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

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

[Chingo
Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would shutdown if took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and bustin
we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tamales tamales 4
chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on no justice just us
Definition of the hustle, is mind muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really
If they was bootleggin you, could barely pay the bills
askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good lick you get out the pop charts
That's why I from the ground up
They see me I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[John
Yo Murs, this Cena from the WWE
Fillin you in on a different
The that takes place in four corners y'know
And it go this
You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no
The of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't gon' lay
Born to keep movin, provin 'em
A straight hustler, stay true to the
In the they shot heat to try to settle a beef
In the circle, you feel the metal to teeth
everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you look around you'll be who fake
A hustler, fall on his face and keep risin
So just when they me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be in
My punch card make appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my pockets swell
And John Cena's the kid, go through hell for a cell, what?