Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to a glock on the waist line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the bass line, you never will 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 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 never walk in the line
The manes find they can 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 from the minute you came by
So in your lane and get wet by the rain

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

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

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

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

And your little ass 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 grave

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

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

I'm a First Staff OG from the gutter
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

nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their covered
It's gonna be a cold summer 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 everything, smoke all the green
Got the low swingin', ain't nothing to me

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

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