Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gangsta

How you gonna this? like a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on or you gon' snitch?
I represent in the hood gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unload
after 3 Summers in the jail I thought was hard
niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, started leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have
big as in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in that long?
you could think that, but say and yo' ass is dead wrong
a convo is three words, "yo whattup"
you gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
let a find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce payin' a loan, shit
some niggas beat cases on the of they cream
the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I'm hard as Hell to get wit' so it never fails
a nigga I got beef end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a kite just to be blowin' his high
and when I you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard ox you down
niggas you think is real really hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. tryin' to phone home
in here a is like a Nine Milly chrome
it's similar, infact they'll both split ya
are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.

You got blown over the (that ain't gangsta)
Your Man ran you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
rockin' a vest with no (that ain't gangsta)
you only a thug when you (that ain't gangsta)
jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
you ran to other to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat (that ain't gangsta)

2:]
You'd me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't Son"
"yeah, somethin' really with that nigga..."
max out, I'm straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I'm goin' to the block
the things that'll happen if say I can't eat
goes the window... out goes the heat
I'll make the whole block like a fuckin' trackmeet
some get it in the leg, get it in the back
get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga my packs or pay poor tax
it's extortion, it happens in the hood
more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem the dice
'cause I put the title to the Benz on the twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block
that 9mm Ruger to your knot
see the is I'm real and you not, kid
I stash crack money in my sock, shit
niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
leave your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't stop
since '86 my clique pop Criss.

5-5-1 BLLLAAAP!
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What the fuck you know that?