Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask me" [x4]
"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 deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip
With this heat, a body builder turn into a
They turn to vegetarians, don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I know you me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And wreck that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, better switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up his sleep
with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
Hell no! You scared Try your best to be brave
Got a & Wesson bro, we know that you gon' behave
Safety, locksmith, like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang like little girls turning
You really a of hoes like 6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got in them PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong you was BJ's
I hear these niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all contaminants
I'm better than the average, I her, I can have the chick
Doing the same as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while these suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they don't wanna take a chance it
Kissing up to the game with rose and a candle lit haha

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

Wayne:]

I'm a boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it country
And I'm like a villain off a killing
Looking at the ceilings like I'm a get in for
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
as when I say I'm with it, it come out the same as
If I win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all trynna get me killed... huh
You know the are my biggest fans
I got to what the little one's saying, man
They see my momma and they wanna her over
she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to but I'm soaring
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, your boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Jordan
Of this whole right here, I'm staring
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him,
Chinky eyes, keep
Look like Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you and eat aura
Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci 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, leave ya lonely
Forget Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...