Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustler

Rule number one don't go the grain
Rule number two give respect respect due
number three if you get knocked, play games and say names
The 45 will tear you out the

like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin' thing
Don't mean nothin' but the things my money bring
My will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You peoples got money, actin' like they ain't got bail

I feel for you niggas gettin' while I'm sayin' this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin' shot on shallow
An old timer schooled me don't bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta

I the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw afar and had a talk
He said I told 'em if he around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his its still shakin' he had alot of nerve

If it wasn't for the
I'd probably have to back bubble crack
Yeah, yeah I'm a
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, yeah I'm a

If it wasn't for the
I'd probably have to back bubble crack
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, I'm a hustler

Yo, when the fed come in the game loyalty is
Hardcore niggas actin' feminine
the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'll damn near do

a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is after my salary, a liar is after my reality
The streets I know 'em like my
Stay from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred G's 'fore you see three C's
Tree top to feel the co connect for key's

Yo bitches me take me to ecstacy
I nut, I don't want 'em next to me
(Ahh, oh shit)
If on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
I'm the to swallow my blood 'fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin' me from BKNY

If it for the flow
I'd have to double back bubble crack
Yeah, yeah I'm a
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, I'm a hustler

say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and that ass down
See many men live and many men die
men get drunk puff lah and stay high

Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always
I don't that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the dog or down his back

All bullshit now it's time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats
I got niggas standin' in line to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the went from sugar to shit

for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for
Don't nothin' change in the game but and names
Skate to wait to and the jake

If it wasn't for the
I'd probably have to double bubble crack
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, yeah I'm a
Yeah, I'm a hustler