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, beggin' for face time
Get your own tape but don't bother to chase

I got a block, man, we havin' a time
You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I lace
Light up the stage, for the we make shine
Sick the on you, get more by the K-9

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

Bitches like you always spittin' the same
We put you all to shame, you never went the same grind
Put you in the from the minute you came by
So stay in your and get wet by the rain

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

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

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

Got ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth's in the and everyone I'm with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin'
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 little ass name don't hold no weight

And your little ass safe couldn't my cake
Get asses denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I
If you a fake or a snake, I'mma you to your grave

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

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played like dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a gun busta so don't ever try to rush us

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

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

We put it anywhere like it's something to see
So all you bitches rogue with your haters degree
And when you get loud, son, I'm ready to work
act up and you bound to get hurt

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

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