Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Play'n

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

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

P]
I left the hood for a week, and my name ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef bring it
I heard did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two gats you never me slippin
I pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I fuck with you cats
Callin me on the phone, lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the
This so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw in your name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and some my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your only set you up
For the right my nigga they'll wet you up
I niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to

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 niggaz'll just yap they
subliminal messages 'til shit get out
Believe of what you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is like the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll death, these streets is real black
Our radio programmers they holdin careers back
And bitches be ready to wife a nigga
All you is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media slow up like flat tires
they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we
Even seen Jackson live the criminal life
See haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
Call them people on ya try to give you a mayne

Heh, he he
If y'all don't us
Y'all better our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth
Cause gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
Y'all beat us then join us