Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask about me"
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a homie" [x2]
"Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask me" [x2]
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a homie" [x2]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? deep, nine millie clip deep
With heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak
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 that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, niggas switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up outa his
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do mention any names?
Hell no! You crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know that you behave
Safety, your locksmith, like you get a key made
You all up on the thang like little turning teenage
You really a bunch of like 6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong like you was
I hear these niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm to rid the rap game of all it's contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her, I can have the
Doing the same pose as 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 about it's feelings, they don't 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" [Slowed

[Lil

I'm a southern boy, I stunt
Y'all slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling a villain off a killing
Looking at the ceilings 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 both the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it out the same as
If I win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all boys get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my fans
I got to watch what the one's saying, man
see my momma and they wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on the of the Rover
And yep - I'm
cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's ways 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 thing here, I'm staring
Y'all just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him,
eyes, keep faring
Look like Keith Moorer, aura, uh
I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you and eat aura
Decent Christians, he momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better 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
Forget about Frank momma, I can be Tony
F. Baby man...