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 deep or 6 or clip deep
How deep? This deep, millie clip deep
With this heat, a body builder 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 that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, niggas switch beefs
I had a fairy choke his ass up outa his sleep
with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try your to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know that you behave
Safety, your locksmith, like you could get a key
You all up on the thang like girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like 6th at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong you was BJ's
I hear these rapping niggas but I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all it's
I'm better the average, I want her, I can have the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while other suckers is romancing it
They worried it's feelings, they don't 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

Wayne:]

I'm a boy, therefore 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 my girl but I don't 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
boys 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 wanna pull her over
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
cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when boy might touring
Just get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing here, I'm staring
Y'all just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him,
Chinky eyes, faring
like Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he
Run up on him you and eat aura
Decent Christians, he owes momma,
Gucci seatbelts will look better with the
Sit up in my office, you need to
You got a box out, get up put a on
I'm right back ya, never leave ya lonely
about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...