Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gangsta

How you gonna take this? a Man or a bitch?
you gon' get it on or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the gettin' rich
man, I stack chips and I unload
after 3 Summers in the jail I thought life was
niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
you know me, sellin' leek in the yard
yo, I ran niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the wearin' '86 numbers
damm Dog, you in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead
a is only three words, "yo whattup"
you ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up
let a find out you on some goin' home shit
and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan,
niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they
I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never
a I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you
If I catch you in the yard ox you down
niggas you think is real really can't hold own
I'll 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Milly chrome
it's similar, infact they'll split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas take 'em home.

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

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

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