Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm on the bass line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, beggin' for face time
Get your own tape but don't bother to mine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And little ass safe couldn't hold 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 wanna rap, son, get ass buff
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 gotta get stash up
Git it, you gotta get up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up

Backed up, backed up,
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 punk
Get played like some dicks who try to start
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 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 bustas
It might in sometime but I won't blink
We go against everything, all the green
Got the low wrong swingin', nothing to me

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

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 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