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] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a plan
ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, Hall of Famer
International worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No 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 -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah
Keep on hustlin... keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep -- 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 bitch-ass for turnin 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
wanna at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a bitch think I'm rich
Don't the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, notice"
These rap gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I do to survive
and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper 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 comin from a fashion show, a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the
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 that I did I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes with name, you can't complain
I been about the business, I ain't changed
As as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid
Ain't no secret, to what I'm
I got the game from so I came to this conclusion

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