Luyện nghe bài hát Hustlin'

*C
South huster slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my friend
and won't hesitate to use my off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin off
c a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder my nuts is bigger
strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2
dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a like 2Pac
I'm kickin it in Cali but I was in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya
everyday young niggas gettin to the mortuary
Night time falls the streets ain't safe
at the club the jackers run the place
but I gotta do I gotta do like Manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary
cause once the money commins it's like you just can't stop it
a nigga shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga C doin bad
I'll do a jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my
they ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act like a bitch and get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis down south

Hustlin cause I nowhere to go,
slangin heroin and yayo,
Hustlin to make myself some mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my
*Partners in Crime (P n C here)*
down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends
hangin on the set tryin to stack fuckin dividends
Till a hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
flew me 2 now I'm chillin down in Cali
have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
but I'm so say I think dat I'm on my way
dey say dis click has No motherfuckin
fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out spinach
down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive
if you down with me yes I'm for a hoo ride
never down bloods or no motherfuckin crips
but if you set trip I'll be to bust yo lip
skip the yellow brick road to the N.O.
deep down south motherfuckin yeah you how it goes
Now I'm a down south quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
leavin niggas stuck on the nigga I ain't stuttin
ain't hard to see where I'm commin
if you from the streets you got to get the job done
commin up in dem streets no easy task
only a nigga with nuts nigga guts got to get past
nigga need skills just to up in dis game
for the fortune and fame nigga to make a name
so peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem
and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats south hustlin

P*
Tryin to make dem strugglin on the grind
got to feed the family chased by the one-
but dem laws mace me
it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to P
should I go where should I go
I know dis rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store
changed my t-shirt out the back door
2 hours later in the hood slangin dope
cause its an thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope I thought I name dat
where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs
give a fuck about you or ya life bro
and the get deep down south
cause every nigga roll the hood with gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem on the set you know for realah
gettin paid transport from New Orleans to the bay
yo G man it's
drop top cutlass,caddys rags, impalas
88 gold thangs and zags
but we dont' flip
we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk on the block
From New Orleans (background Florida) to (Atlanta)
fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down hustler

*after the same chorus a different one just right
Hustlin because I gots to go
Hustlin I to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south flow
Hustlin straight from the N.O.