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 about me"
"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie"

Nah man I'm not deep or Crip deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How This deep, nine millie clip deep
With this heat, a body builder turn into a
turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince 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 fairy choke his ass up outa his
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try your to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, you could get a key made
You all up on the thang like little girls teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong like you was
I hear rapping niggas but believe 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 have the
Doing the same as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big I'm demanding it
Raping the rap while these other suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game 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 city slickers, we call it country
And I'm chilling like a off a killing
Looking at the ceilings 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
Chilling my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we both count the 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 fans
I got to what the little one's saying, man
They see my momma and they pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on the back of the
And yep - I'm
cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler to ride but I'm soaring
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 him, yeeeeah
eyes, keep faring
Look like Moorer, street aura, uh
I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat
Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look 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
about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...