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
Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a master
Cause ain't but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and G's from money machines
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin paradise
Where you from, what's your name, what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin Maad Circle gang and
dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto of Famer
International resider worldwider packin
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 but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the system
got ya ninjas near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this 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 that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch I'm rich
Don't the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like 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 soon to be up and coming thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in 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 I signed for cabbage

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

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

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