Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the 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 time
Get own tape but don't bother to chase mine

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

Homies on the never walk in the main line
The manes find 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 like you always spittin' the same
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same
Put you in the bind from the you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the

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

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

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

And I changed since back in the day
Get shit 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 couldn't my cake
Get your asses 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 your

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG from the gutter
With a up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played some dicks 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 bodies
gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit will

A couple scums in the street, so we don't what you bustas think
It sink in sometime but I won't blink
We go against everything, smoke all the
Got the low wrong swingin', ain't to me

We put it down anywhere like something to see
So all you bitches goin' with your haters degree
And you wanna 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 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