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 that pimp bwoy
[E-40] We our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
Thinkin of a master
Cause naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we like dice
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
Where you from, what's 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
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar No Limit's like Master P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the but still hustlin
Chorus: singers*
Keep hustlin -- I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed
Keep -- true players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put on ?PGA any man?
Bout to on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me a manslaughter
ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do I gotta do to survive
and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper established
money, way before 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 from the Valle-jo
Like 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you to get high, what you passin foe?
Top notch on my smellin smoke
But she know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, macks and G's
beats on the backstreets
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes with name, you can't complain
I always been 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 bitch
no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from so I came to this conclusion

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