Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

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

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

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

Bitches like you 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 your lane and get wet by the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Git it, you get your 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, backed up,
Backed up, backed up,
Backed up, backed up,
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 busta so don't try to rush us

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

A couple in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think
It sink in sometime but I won't blink
We go against everything, smoke all the
Got the low wrong swingin', ain't to me

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

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

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