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 homie" [x2]

Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip deep or 6 deep or deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie deep
this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the mortuary was at, I know you me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And wreck that ass officially
I see you live in fairytales, better switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy his ass up outa his sleep
with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any names?
Hell no! You scared Try your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith, like you get a key made
You all up on the thang like little girls teenage
You really a bunch of hoes 6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in PJ's
Bully, skinny, but the arms strong you was BJ's
I these rapping niggas but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm here to rid the rap game of all contaminants
I'm better than the average, I her, I can have the chick
Doing the same as Paris Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause I'm it
Raping the rap game while these other suckers is 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

Wayne:]

I'm a southern boy, I stunt
Y'all slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a off a killing
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 millionaire? Know how I'm a get a
And I'm in the
Chilling with my but I don't speak Sicilian
But we both the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it out the same as
If I wanna win with it but I'm out the
Y'all boys get me killed... huh
You know the are my biggest fans
I got to watch what the one's saying, man
They see my momma and they wanna pull her
Cause she ain't got no number on the of the Rover
And yep - I'm
There's cooler ways to die but I'm
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm
do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know, when your boy touring
Just get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm
boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
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 momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better with the
Sit up in my office, you to rebound
You got a box out, get up put a on
I'm right back with ya, leave ya lonely
Forget Frank momma, I can be your Tony
F. Baby man...