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 nuttin nigga, it's that shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my
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 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like
For the ten whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
International resider 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 but still hustlin
*unknown singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on
Bad enough I gotta go next to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide
wanna holla at me a manslaughter
ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, 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, rappamatics established
Long money, way I signed for cabbage

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

I'm from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the
Like 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, you passin foe?
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 on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't
I been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm the same
star, feelin 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 conclusion

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