Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't time
I'm strong on the line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face
Get your own tape but don't to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin' a great
You couldn't fill the shoes anytime I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we make
Sick the dogs on you, get by the K-9

on the yard never walk in the main line
The manes find they can be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the time
Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save

like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never through the same grind
Put you in the bind from the you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the

You step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get up
You wanna run with the dogs, get cash up

Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

I'm here on the block
it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort
up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now

Got ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth's in the and everyone I'm with is strapped
Whatever to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?
Try disrespectin', my & Wesson is endin' you

And I ain't changed since in the day
Get your split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your
'Cause your little ass name don't hold no

And your little ass safe hold my cake
Get your asses denied down the I take
And let me you one more thing before I skate
If you a or a snake, I'mma send you to your grave

You wanna step up, get your ass
You rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, gonna get smashed up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get straps up
Git it, you gotta get stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

Backed up, up, backed
Backed up, up, backed
up, backed up, backed
Backed up and you to get hurt

I'm a First Staff OG from the gutter
With a up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to start
I'm a real gun so don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us that don't on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies
It's gonna be a cold summer as the hilt drops
All will stop

A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you think
It might sink in sometime but I blink
We go everything, smoke all the green
Got the low wrong swingin', nothing to me

We put it down anywhere it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to
Punks act up and you bound to get

You step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass
Try to test us, you's get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get cash up

Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you gotta get stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get cash up