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 homie" [x2]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip or 6 deep or clip deep
How This deep, nine millie clip deep
With this heat, a builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince
You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass
I see you live in fairytales, niggas better beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they any names?
Hell no! You crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a Smith & bro, we know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, you could get a key made
You all up on the thang like little girls turning
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 strong you was BJ's
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 better the average, I want her, I can have the chick
Doing the pose as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm it
Raping the rap game while these other is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they don't 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 boy, therefore I stunt
city 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 Know how I'm a get a million
And I'm in the
Chilling with my girl but I don't 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
boys trynna get me killed... huh
You know the are my biggest fans
I got to watch 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 cooler ways to die but I'm
There's ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Mike
Of this thing right here, I'm staring
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, keep
Look Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he
Run up on him you sleep and eat
Decent Christians, he owes momma,
Gucci seatbelts will 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 about momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...