Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse 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 this shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's money machines
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
International resider packin 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: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin funk stackin weed shiftin
hustlin -- true players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the below?
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put 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 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 botch bitch 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 as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe a penny in my pocket
I don't 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, rappamatics established
money, way before I signed for cabbage

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

I'm comin from a fashion show, 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 on my right smellin smoke
But she know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you complain
I always been the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm the same
Ghetto star, the pavement
I'm down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm
I got the game from so I came to this conclusion

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