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 homie" [x2]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 deep or clip
How deep? This deep, nine millie deep
this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up meat
You'll see, the mortuary was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck ass officially
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 any names?
no! You scared crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a & Wesson bro, we know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, like you could get a key
You all up on the thang little girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes 6th street at Texas relays
to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong like you was
I hear these rapping niggas but I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap of all it's contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her, I can the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris Hilton in camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm it
Raping the rap game while these suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they don't wanna 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" down]

Wayne:]

I'm a boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it dump
And I'm like 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 speak
But we both the same as
Long as I say I'm with it, it come out the same as
If I wanna win it but I'm out the game
Y'all boys get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my biggest
I got to what the little one's saying, man
see my momma and they wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the
And yep - I'm
There's ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm
do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when boy might touring
trynna get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of whole thing right here, I'm staring
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, faring
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 momma, those
Gucci seatbelts 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
Forget about Frank momma, I can be Tony
Weezy F. man...