Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Play'n

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

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

P]
I left the hood for a week, and my name start
Like I'm hustlin dope, you got beef then bring it
I fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two gats you catch me slippin
I pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you
me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the nigga turn into the roller
shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw salt in name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and fame my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your family'll 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' C, if he go to Angola

P]
Man this music shit dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these niggaz'll yap they mouth
Send subliminal messages shit get out
Believe none of what you hear, and of what you see
See the rap is dirty like the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll fear death, these is real black
Our radio programmers think holdin careers back
And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a
All you need is a hit record and ice my nigga
And the media dickriders slow up flat tires
they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
They say we and we stereotype
Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal
See haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
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
Cause it's gon' get real after this you feel me?
Y'all can't beat us then us