Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin
[E-40] weebelations?
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
Thinkin of a 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, with a dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, what you sayin?
Dub C claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's Master P
Found my glitch in rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still
Chorus: *unknown
Keep -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk weed shiftin
Keep -- true players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no
I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me 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 dream how can I (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
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
Tapes and CD's be my to five
Check it out, mathematics, rappamatics established
Long money, way before I for cabbage

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

I'm comin from a show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the
If you to get high, what you passin foe?
Top on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin I did when I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the
Me and B sellin game
Custom made with your name, you can't complain
I been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm the same
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 Oakland so I came to this conclusion

$hort Dawg, you know we main
Get money nigga
E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg 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, nonstop -- you
BEYOTCH!