Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustla

(feat. Wayne)

"Nigga, ask about me"
"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, millie clip deep
With this heat, a body turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end up meat
You'll see, the mortuary was at, I know you miss me
Snatch the gat, brrr-at! And lyrically wreck that ass
I see you live in fairytales, niggas better switch
I had a fairy choke his ass up outa his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they mention any
Hell no! You crow? Try your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro, we know you gon' behave
Safety, locksmith, like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang like little turning 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 you was BJ's
I hear these rapping but believe I'm not a fan of it
I'm to rid the rap game of all it's contaminants
I'm than the average, I want 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 is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings, they don't take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game with rose petals and a lit haha

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

Wayne:]

I'm a southern boy, therefore I
Y'all slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a off a killing
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
with my girl but I don't speak Sicilian
But we count the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it, it come out the as
If I win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all trynna get me killed... huh
You know the Feds are my biggest
I got to watch what the little saying, man
They see my momma and wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no on the back of the Rover
And yep - I'm
cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm
Might do the G5 or G4
Ay, you know, when your boy might touring
Just get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm
Y'all just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, faring
Look like Moorer, street aura, uh
I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat
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 right with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget about Frank momma, I can be your
F. Baby man...