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 homie" [x2]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine clip deep
With this heat, a body turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't 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 tooth fairy choke his ass up outa his
with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try your best to be
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know that you behave
Safety, locksmith, like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang little girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like 6th street at Texas
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms like 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 than the average, I want her, I can have the
the same pose as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm it
Raping the rap game while other suckers is romancing it
They about it's feelings, they don't 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" down]

Wayne:]

I'm a boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it country
And I'm chilling like a villain off a
Looking at the like 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 with it but I'm out the
Y'all 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 momma and they wanna pull her
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 to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when your boy might
Just trynna get me some air on Mike
Of this whole thing here, I'm staring
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him,
eyes, keep faring
Look like Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat
Decent Christians, he momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better the barker
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
Forget about momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F. man...