Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask about me"
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie"
"Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me"
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie"

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip
With this heat, a body builder into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince
You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I know you me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass
I see you live in fairytales, niggas better switch
I had a tooth fairy his ass up outa his sleep
Problem Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
no! You scared crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a & Wesson bro, we know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, you could get a key made
You all up on the thang little girls turning teenage
You a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them
Bully, skinny, but the strong like you was BJ's
I hear rapping niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all it's
I'm better than the average, I want her, I can have the
Doing the same pose as Paris in them camera flicks (haha)
The get big cause I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game these other suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the with rose petals and a candle lit haha

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler" [Slowed

Wayne:]

I'm a southern boy, therefore I
Y'all city slickers, we call it dump
And I'm chilling like a villain off a
at the ceilings like I'm a get in for realer
I'm a get it regardless, as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire? how I'm a get a million
And I'm in the
Chilling my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we count the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it come out the as
If I win with it but I'm out the game
boys trynna get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my fans
I got to watch what the one's saying, man
They see my momma and they pull her over
she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
There's cooler to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to but I'm soaring
do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when your boy touring
Just trynna get me some air on Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So him, yeeeeah
eyes, keep faring
Look like Keith Moorer, aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he
Run up on him you and eat aura
Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci seatbelts look better with the barker
Sit up in my office, you need to
You got a box out, get up put a on
I'm right back with ya, never leave ya
Forget Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...