Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got Time For Gamez

I ain't got time for
Fuck niggaz, I'ma pop that thang
And if they want they can get that man
A nigga me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it

I got time for gamez
Fuck these niggaz, I'ma pop thang
And if they want drama can get that man
A like me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it

Bitches simple and
Your messin' me and I'm a grown man
I a pistol on me, don't think I'm playin'
hard hittin' nigga lemme hear ya'll sang

I coulda been a out slanging Cain
But instead nigga I was bangin' the
'Cause hardin' heat a nigga quit that playin'
It ain't no shame in my thang

I'm just an all nigga to do my thang
You get in my way and I'll ya'll faint
Run your ass over like I was a
You talkin' ass bitches don't say my

And if you my name then you got fame
Rap shit before doin' every thang
And on your ass like I was to blame
The next time ya see me hit ya boy a chain
You hit ya boy with a

I got time for gamez
Fuck these niggaz, pop that thang
And if they want they can get that man
A nigga me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it

I ain't got time for
these niggaz, I'ma pop that thang
And if want drama they can get that man
A like me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it

I this to you fake niggaz
Supposed to be's who do fake shit
See you in the street and they hug you like on gay shit
Man we be so cool when I see you, you my fame
When I ain't its like Bush versus Saddam Hussein

Niggaz you for the smallest events
I got niggaz mad at me 'cause I signed 'em recording contracts
Nigga you can shut the fuck or you can get shot the up
Playa I don't know you when I owe you better up

Fed up with this, bitches fuck with this, they press they luck this
I'm tough with this, party and 50 callin' up your shit
People love to hands, hug, squeeze with tight grips
But little do they you when I touch em I see life's trip

All the back and jabbin' and double crossin'
Quit telling me that you love me when you see me keep on walkin'
I got enemies man as it is now
So I don't need a posin' that's leadin' me now, bitch

They sent the gang unit out 'cause there was trouble at the
Knowin' gang signs throwing up 'cause they don't a fuck
Why even work a 9 to 5 you can sell dope and rob
80 percent of the fuckin' club ain't no got no job

That's why we gettin' buck, gettin' crunk, gettin' wild
Representin' our neighborhood I say God the child
If he can open up his eyes and realize it shit
That we run the hood but the gun is still ours man

I ain't got time for
Fuck these niggaz, pop that thang
And if they drama they can get that man
A nigga me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it

I ain't got for gamez
Fuck these niggaz, pop that thang
And if they drama they can get that man
A like me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it