Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's loc?
[E-40] weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, that pimp shit bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
you from, what's your 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, ghetto of Famer
International resider packin heat
for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, for the chip but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for 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 botch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I (hocus pocus)
I'm famous as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and rappers thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, knock a hoe a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to
Tapes and CD's be my to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper established
Long money, way before I for cabbage

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

I'm comin from a show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you foe?
Top notch on my smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was
My best customers, real and G's
Dopefiend on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin
Custom made tapes with name, you can't 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, to get paid bitch
no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to conclusion

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