Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

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

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 homies we shine
Sick the on you, get more by the K-9

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

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

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

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

I'm right on the block
When it's to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on when it goes down
Me and my homies, we holdin' 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 to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?
Try disrespectin', my & Wesson is endin' you

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played like some who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so ever try to rush us

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

A couple scums in the street, so we care what you bustas think
It might in sometime but I won't blink
We go against everything, 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' rogue with your haters
And you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get

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

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