Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
Thinkin of a plan
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 million dollar
of swervin 740 and count G's from money machines
My click tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto of Famer
International resider worldwider packin
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
Check it Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my and gas, low on cash
Bad I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police homicide division
holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, a botch bitch think I'm rich
know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Eve, eviction notice"
These rap gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper established
Long money, way before I signed for

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

I'm from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz the Calliope
If you to get high, what you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smoke
But she don't know the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, real and G's
Dopefiend on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin
Custom tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the
Ghetto star, the pavement
I'm always to earth, tryin to get paid 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 main
Get your nigga
E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you
BEYOTCH!