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 never will taste
See me on the screen, fuckers for face time
Get your own but don't bother to chase mine

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

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

like 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 lane and get wet by the rain

You step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get ass buff
Try to test us, gonna get smashed up
You wanna run 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

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

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

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

And your little ass safe couldn't hold my
Get your asses denied 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 your

You wanna up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass
Try to test us, you's gonna get up
You wanna run 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

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

I'm a Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played some dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a gun busta so don't 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 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 sometime but I won't
We go against everything, smoke all the
Got the low wrong swingin', nothing to me

We put it down anywhere like something to see
So all you goin' rogue with your haters degree
And you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to work
act up and you bound to get hurt

You wanna step up, get your ass
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 gotta get your up
Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up