Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask me" [x4]
"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 deep or 6 deep or clip
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip
With heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't end up mince meat
see, where the mortuary was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass
I see you live in fairytales, niggas switch beefs
I had a fairy choke his ass up outa his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they any names?
Hell no! You scared 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 a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas relays
to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms like you was BJ's
I hear these rapping 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
Doing the same pose as Paris in them camera flicks (haha)
The get big cause I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while these other suckers is it
They worried about it's feelings, they wanna take a chance with it
up to the game with rose petals and a candle lit haha

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

[Lil

I'm a boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a off a killing
Looking at the 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 don't speak
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
Y'all 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 momma and they wanna pull her
she ain't got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
There's ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, your boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Mike
Of whole thing right here, I'm staring
Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the
So applaud him,
Chinky eyes, keep
Look like Moorer, street aura, uh
I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat
Decent Christians, he owes momma,
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 with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...