Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I don't time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers for face time
Get your own tape but don't to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin' a great
You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I 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 find they can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the time
crews, homie, you a neon to save time

Bitches like you always spittin' the rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went the same grind
Put you in the bind the minute 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 us, you's 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 your up

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

Got four ounces and three bottles of
Two fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with is
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 split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, better in your place
'Cause your ass name don't hold no weight

And your little ass safe couldn't my cake
Get your denied down the road I take
And let me you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake, I'mma send you to your

You step up, get your ass touched
You rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to us, you's 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 your up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

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

I'm a Staff OG from outta the gutter
With a fucked up for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like some who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun so don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us that don't on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their covered
It's gonna be a cold 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 blink
We go against everything, all the green
Got the low wrong swingin', nothing to me

We put it anywhere like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm ready to
Punks act up and you to get hurt

You wanna up, get your 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 get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up