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 will mine
See me on the screen, fuckers for face time
Get your own tape but bother to chase mine

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

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

Bitches you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same
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 your ass
You wanna rap, son, get your ass
Try to us, you's gonna get smashed up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up

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

Got four ounces and three bottles of
Two in the back and everyone I'm with is strapped
happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools?
Try disrespectin', my Smith & is endin' 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 couldn't hold my
Get your asses down the road I take
And let me you one more thing before I skate
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 gonna get up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
a fucked up demeanor for you punk 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 that leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse their bodies covered
It's gonna be a summer soon as the hilt drops
All will stop

A scums in the street, so we don't 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 like it's 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 to get hurt

You wanna 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 cash up

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