Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers for face time
Get your own tape but don't bother to mine

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

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

Bitches like you spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you went through the same grind
Put you in the from the minute you came by
So in your lane and get wet by the rain

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

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

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

Got four ounces and three bottles of
Two fifth's in the back and I'm with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin checkin' and fools?
Try disrespectin', my Smith & is endin' you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't nobody touch us that don't on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a with their bodies covered
It's be a cold summer soon 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 but I won't blink
We go against everything, smoke all the
Got the low swingin', ain't nothing to me

We put it down anywhere like something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with your degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm to work
Punks act up and you to get hurt

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