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, fuckers beggin' for time
Get your own tape but don't bother to chase

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

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

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

You wanna 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 cash up

Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you gotta get your 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 time to ride out, you know what I'm all
Hundred bikes on site when it goes down
Me and my homies, we always the fort down
Come up in our town and pissin' a fourth now

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

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

And your little ass safe hold my cake
Get your asses denied down the I take
And let me tell you one more thing before I
If you a or a snake, I'mma send you to your grave

You wanna up, get your 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 cash up

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG from the gutter
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played like dicks who try to start 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
gonna be a cold summer soon 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 against everything, smoke all the
Got the low wrong swingin', nothing to me

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

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

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