Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

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

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

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

Bitches like you spittin' the same rhymes
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 lane and get wet by the rain

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

Git it, you gotta get straps 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 time to out, you know what I'm all about
Harley bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always holdin' the down
Come up in our town and you're a fourth now

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

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

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

You wanna step up, get 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 cash up

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG outta the gutter
With a up demeanor for you punk mothafuckas
Get played like dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun busta so ever try to rush us

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

A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas
It might sink in 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 goin' with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm to work
act up and you bound 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 run with the dogs, get your cash up

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