Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
[E-40] weebelations?
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit
[E-40] We doin our up in this BEYOTCH!
One: WC
Thinkin of a plan
Cause ain't naytin but inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like
For the ten china whites hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto of Famer
resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like P
Found my glitch in rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still
Chorus: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near 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 to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police homicide division
holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
know the outcome, talkin 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 gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie
Knockin though, a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my 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 from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin from the Valle-jo
Like 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, you passin foe?
Top notch on my smellin smoke
But she don't 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 sellin
Custom made with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't
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
Ain't no secret, to I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to conclusion

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