Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's 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!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my
Thinkin, "How can I get for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dream
of swervin 740 and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, motherfucker you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Circle gang and
smokin and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider packin heat
for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
*unknown singers*
Keep hustlin -- I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed
hustlin -- 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 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 department division
wanna holla at me a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a bitch think I'm rich
know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I ya like dick and bend a dick's 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 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 to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my to five
it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I for cabbage

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

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

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