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 never will 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 time
You fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we shine
Sick the on you, get more by the K-9

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

like you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the same
Put you in the from the minute you came by
So stay in your lane and get wet by the

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

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

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

Got ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth's in the back and 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 quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, stay in your place
'Cause your ass name don't hold no weight

And little ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get asses 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 grave

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

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

Backed up, backed up,
up, backed up, backed
up, backed 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 dicks who try to ruckas
I'm a real gun so don't ever try to rush us

nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with bodies covered
It's gonna be a cold summer as the hilt drops
All bullshit will

A couple scums in the street, so we care what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I blink
We go everything, smoke all the green
Got the low swingin', ain't nothing to me

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

You wanna step up, get ass touched
You rap, son, get your 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 get your stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up