Jay-Z – Can’t Knock The Hustle

Download clean Vinyl lp CD mp3 audio song by Jay Z and this music is titled “Can’t Knock The Hustle”.

Actually this wonderful tune is popped out of an album which is titled “Reasonable Doubt” Which is released in the year 1996.

 

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Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y’all

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y’all

Check, check

Yo, I’m making short term goals, when the weather folds

Just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold

Chilly with enough bail money to Free a big Willy

High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly

Shopping sprees, cop in three

Deuce fever, IS’s fully loaded, ah, yes

Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha

50 G’s to the crap shooter, niggaz can’t fade me

Chrome socks beaming through my peripheral I see ya scheming

Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming

Niggaz is fiending, what’s the meaning?

I’m leaning on any nigga intervening

With the sound of my money machine-in’

My cup runneth over with hundreds

I’m one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running

Y’all niggas don’t want it, I got the Godfather flow

The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don’t get it fucked up

I’m taking out this time

To give you a piece of my mind

‘Cause you can’t knock the hustle

Who do you think you are?

Baby, one day you’ll be a star

Last seen out of state where I drop my slang

I’m deep in the South kicking up top game

Bouncing on the highway, switching fo’ lanes

Screaming through the sunroof ‘Money Ain’t A Thang’

Your worst fear confirmed

Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm

Getting down for life, that’s right, you better learn

Why play with fire, burn?

We get together like a choir to acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms, produce G’s like sperm

‘Til legs spread like germs

I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes

And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows

What y’all don’t know?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause you can’t knock the hustle

But until the late thang, I’m the one who’s crazy

‘Cause that’s the way you’re making me feel

‘Cause you can’t knock the hustle

I’m just trying to get mine, I don’t have the time

To knock the hustle for real

Yo, y’all niggaz lunching, punching the clock

My function is to make much and lay back munching

Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew, something to watch

Nothing to stop, unstoppable

Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew

I gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado

My motto ‘Stack rocks like Colorado’

Auto off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle

It’s a damn shame what you’re not though, who? Me

Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z

My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me

Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what

Straight bananas, can a nigga see me?

Got the US Open, advantage Jigga

Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus

Le Tigre, son, you’re too eager

You ain’t having it? Good, me either

Let’s, get together and make this whole world believe us, huh?

At my arrangement, screaming

All us blacks got is sports and entertainment

Until we even, thieving as long as I’m breathing

Can’t knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even

I’m taking out this time

To give you a piece of my mind

Who do you think you are?

Baby, one day you’ll be a star

But until the late thang, I’m the one who’s crazy

‘Cause that’s the way you’re making me feel

I’m just trying to get mine, I don’t have the time

To knock the hustle for real

Roc-A-Fella, y’all and we rule shit

Roc-A-Fella, y’all

For you can’t knock the hustle

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