Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin
[E-40] Whassupish
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We 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 this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a dollar dream
of swervin 740 and count G's from money machines
My trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler
Where you from, what's your name, what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, Hall of Famer
International resider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's Master P
Found my in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, for the chip but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown
Keep hustlin -- I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
Check it Dub C ?the below? system
got ya dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I that the police department homicide division
wanna at me about a manslaughter
Triflin ass baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm
know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's 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 penny in my
I don't from 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
Long money, way I signed for cabbage

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

I'm comin a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you foe?
Top notch on my right smellin
But she don't know the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My customers, real macks and G's
beats on the backstreets
Me and B sellin game
Custom made tapes your 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 from Oakland so I came to this 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 mine nya!
Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you
BEYOTCH!