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 will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for time
Get your own tape but don't bother to chase

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 yard never walk in the line
The manes find can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' at the same time
Pick crews, homie, you a neon to 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 you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the

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

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

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

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

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

And your ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get your asses denied the road I take
And let me tell you one more before I skate
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 your ass
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 gotta get up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up

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

I'm a First Staff OG from outta the
With a fucked up demeanor for you 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 us that don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their covered
It's gonna be a summer soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit 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 anywhere like something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with haters degree
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 wanna rap, son, get your ass
Try to test us, gonna get smashed up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up

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