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 line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, beggin' for face time
Get your own tape but don't to chase mine

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

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

Bitches like you spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the grind
Put you in the bind from the minute you by
So stay in lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna up, get your 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 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 time to ride out, you know what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always the fort down
Come up in our and you're pissin' a fourth now

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

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

And your little ass safe hold my cake
Get your denied down the road I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I
If you a fake or a snake, I'mma send you to grave

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

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

I'm a Staff OG from 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 don't try to rush us

Can't touch us that don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a in a hearse with their bodies covered
It's gonna be a cold soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit will

A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas
It might sink in sometime but I 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 goin' rogue with your haters
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 rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to us, you's 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 gotta get up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up