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, fuckers beggin' for face
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 anytime I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we make
the dogs on you, get more by the K-9

Homies on the yard never in the main line
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 time

Bitches you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went 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 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 straps up
Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you gotta get up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up

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

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

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

And your little ass safe hold my cake
Get your asses denied down the I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I
If you a fake or a snake, send you to your 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 run with the dogs, get your cash up

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

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

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

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

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

We put it down anywhere like it's 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 to get hurt

You wanna step up, get ass touched
You rap, son, get your 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 straps up
Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you gotta get up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up