Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
[E-40] weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs my hand
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you
Dub C still claimin that Maad gang and
smokin and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No like Master P
Found my glitch in rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
Keep -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the system
got ya ninjas dang near to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, got no water
Plus I that the police department homicide division
holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics
Long money, way I signed for cabbage

[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper
Verse Three: Too

I'm comin from a show, with a flashy hoe
indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you foe?
Top notch on my smellin smoke
But she don't about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the
Me and Freddie B game
Custom made with your name, you can't complain
I always been the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm the same
Ghetto star, feelin the
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get bitch
no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to conclusion

$hort Dawg, you we players main
Get your nigga
[E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo'
[TS] You know $hort always get his scratch
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you
BEYOTCH!