Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

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

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

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

Bitches you always spittin' the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never went through the grind
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 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 wanna run with the dogs, get your up

I'm here on the block
When it's time to 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 pissin' a now

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

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

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

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

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

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 start
I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to 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 soon as the hilt drops
All will stop

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

We put it down like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with haters degree
And when you wanna get loud, son, I'm to work
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 the dogs, get your cash up

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