Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask me" [x4]
"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 hustler homie"

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie deep
With this heat, a body builder into a pipsqueak
They to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass
I see you live in fairytales, niggas switch beefs
I had a fairy choke his ass up outa 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 girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas
Ohio to Chicago, I got in them PJ's
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 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 get big cause I'm demanding it
Raping the rap while these other suckers is romancing it
They worried it's feelings, they don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game with rose and a candle lit haha

"I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler" [Slowed

[Lil

I'm a southern boy, therefore I
Y'all city slickers, we it country dump
And I'm chilling like a villain off a
Looking at the ceilings like I'm a get in for
I'm a get it regardless, as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire? Know how I'm a get a
And I'm in the
Chilling my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we both count the as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it out the same as
If I wanna win 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 and they wanna pull her over
Cause she got no number on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
There's cooler to die but I'm smoking
There's ways to ride but I'm soaring
do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when boy might touring
Just get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm
Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the
So him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, faring
Look like Keith Moorer, aura, uh
I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you and eat aura
Decent Christians, he owes momma,
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 back with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...