Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, I waste time
I'm on the bass line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for face
Get your own tape but bother to chase mine

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

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

Bitches like you always spittin' the rhymes
We put you all to shame, you went through the same grind
Put you in the from the minute you came by
So stay in lane and get wet by the rain

You step up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass
Try to test us, you's get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get 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 when it down
Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort
Come up in our town and pissin' a fourth now

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

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

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

You wanna step up, get 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 your up
Git it, you gotta get stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played like dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to us

Can't nobody touch us that leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a with their bodies covered
It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the drops
All will stop

A scums in the street, so we don't care 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', nothing to me

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

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