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 me" [x2]
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie"

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

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler" down]

[Lil

I'm a southern boy, I stunt
Y'all slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm like a villain off a killing
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 with my girl but I speak Sicilian
But we count the same as
Long as when I say I'm it, it come out the same as
If I wanna win it but I'm out the game
boys trynna get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my fans
I got to what the little one's saying, man
They see my and they wanna pull her over
Cause she got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler to ride 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 right here, I'm staring
Y'all just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So him, yeeeeah
eyes, keep faring
Look Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat
Decent Christians, he momma, those
seatbelts will look better with the barker
Sit up in my office, you to rebound
You got a box out, get up put a on
I'm right back with ya, never ya lonely
about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...