Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A Hustler

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

like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin' thing
Don't mean nothin' changed but the things my bring
My style leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You got pleany 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' on shallow lines
An old timer schooled me don't bridges my friend
Imagine the close and yo ass gotta swim

I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the of New York
Me and shorty saw afar and had a talk
He said I told 'em if he came around I'd him, I gave him my word
Look at his head its still 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 to double back bubble crack
Yeah, I'm a hustler
Yeah, yeah I'm a
Yeah, yeah I'm a

Yo, the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore start actin' feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your
Duke you get ten damn near do nine

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

Yo bitches sexin' me me to ecstacy
Once I nut, I don't want 'em to me
(Ahh, oh shit)
If it's on mother fucker believe I'm gonna
I'm the type to swallow my blood 'fore I my pride
Letters on my shirt read
Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from

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

They say I 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
Many men get puff lah and stay high

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

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

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

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