Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin
Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit
[E-40] We doin our up in this BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a master
Cause naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a dollar dream
of swervin 740 and count G's from money machines
My click tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler
Where you from, what's your name, what you sayin?
Dub C claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the
Top rankin CD slanger, Hall of Famer
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the with No Limit's like Master P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the but still hustlin
Chorus: singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
Keep on hustlin... keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players it all night 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?
to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to a bath, ain't got no water
I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's how can I focus (hocus pocus)
I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin
knowin we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper established
money, way before I signed for cabbage

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

I'm comin from a fashion show, with a hoe
Smokin indo from the
them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin
Top on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did I was broke
My best customers, real and G's
beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't
I always been about the business, I ain't
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
Ain't no secret, to what I'm
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this

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