Luyện nghe bài hát Keep Hustlin'

Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
Dub Cya, nya!
Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish
[WC] Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp bwoy
We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my
So I, hit the stick, my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money
My click trump tight, we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler
you from, what's your name, motherfucker what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of
International resider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but hustlin
Chorus: singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the 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 door to a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide
holla 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 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 penny in my
I don't come from much, so in order to do I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics
Long money, way before I signed for

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

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

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