Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's loc?
[E-40] weebelations?
$hort Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this shit?"
A three-strike victim, a million dollar dream
of 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china whites seekin paradise
Where you from, what's name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still that Maad Circle gang and
smokin and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still
Chorus: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- 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
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department division
holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a in my pocket
I don't from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and 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 your paper ... glorify your route
Verse Three: Too

I'm from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin
Top notch on my right smoke
But she don't about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, macks and G's
beats 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 down to earth, tryin to get paid
Ain't no secret, to what I'm
I got the from Oakland so I came to this conclusion

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