Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

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

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

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

like you always spittin' the same rhymes
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 lane and get wet by the rain

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

I'm here 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 always holdin' the fort
Come up in our town and pissin' a fourth now

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

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

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

You wanna step up, get ass touched
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 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

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
With a fucked up for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some dicks who try to ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so 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 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 everything, smoke all the green
Got the low swingin', ain't nothing to me

We put it down like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters
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 ass buff
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 get your stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up