Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for time
Get your own tape but bother to chase mine

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

Homies on the yard never in the main line
The manes they can never 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 never went through the same
Put you in the bind from the you came by
So stay in lane and get wet by the rain

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

I'm right here on the
When it's time to ride out, you know what I'm all
Hundred Harley bikes on site when it 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 back and everyone I'm with is
happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?
Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is you

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

And your little ass safe hold my cake
Get your asses 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 your ass
You rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's 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 get amped up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up

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

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

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

A scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I blink
We go against everything, smoke all the
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 degree
And when you get loud, son, I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get

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