Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Play'n

Nigga worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what I'm rollin on?
Do I holla at Curt, Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem {?}

[Chorus 4X: P]
Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't
watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin

P]
I left the hood for a week, and my start ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then it
I fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two you never catch me slippin
I pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I fuck with you cats
me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn the roller
shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and some my nigga
It no loyalty, your only family'll set you up
For the right my nigga they'll wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be
How many niggaz gon' C, if he go to Angola

P]
Man this music shit political dawg, fuck with it
I'd in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these just yap they mouth
Send subliminal messages 'til get out
Believe of what you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is dirty like the
Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is black
Our radio programmers think they holdin back
And Hollywood be ready to wife a nigga
All you need is a hit record and ice my nigga
And the media slow up like flat tires
Seen they lil' career blow up when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we
Even seen Jackson live the criminal life
See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face
them people on ya try to give you a case mayne

Heh, he he
If y'all know us
Y'all better keep our out y'all motherfuckin mouth
it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
Y'all can't beat us join us