Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master 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, a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
Where you from, your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
International resider worldwider heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No like Master P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
Chorus: singers*
hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk weed shiftin
hustlin -- true players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
Check it Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a
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 ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to
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 paper
Verse Too $hort

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

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