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] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in BEYOTCH!
Verse WC
Thinkin of a plan
Cause ain't naytin but inside my hand
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, nigga we roll dice
For the ten china whites seekin paradise
Where you from, what's name, motherfucker 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 No Limit's like 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 -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin funk stackin weed shiftin
hustlin -- true players play it all night long
on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two:
Check it out; Dub C ?the below?
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no
Plus I heard that the police department homicide
holla 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 and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm as "fuck Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my
I don't come much, so in order 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 I signed for cabbage

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

I'm comin a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the
them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you 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 Freddie B game
made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I been 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 to earth, tryin 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] get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know Dawg always get his scratch
Dub C!
Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you
BEYOTCH!