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 deep 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
see, where the mortuary was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And wreck that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, niggas better switch
I had a tooth fairy choke his ass up outa his
Problem with Do they mention 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 like girls turning teenage
You really a of hoes 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 rapping niggas but I'm not a fan of it
I'm to rid the rap game of all it's contaminants
I'm better the average, I want her, I can have the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris Hilton in camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm it
Raping the rap while these other suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they wanna 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 southern boy, I stunt
city slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm like a villain off a killing
at the ceilings like I'm a get in for realer
I'm a get it regardless, as it is
Who to be a millionaire? Know how I'm a get a million
And I'm in the
with my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we both the same as
Long as when I say I'm it, it come out the same as
If I wanna win with it but I'm out the
boys trynna get me killed... huh
You the Feds are my biggest fans
I got to watch what the little saying, man
They see my momma and they wanna pull her
Cause she got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
There's cooler to die but I'm smoking
cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you know, when your boy might touring
Just trynna get me air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole right here, I'm staring
Y'all just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him,
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 need to
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...