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 strong on the bass line, you never will taste
See me on the screen, fuckers for face time
Get your own tape but don't bother to chase

I got a block, man, we a great time
You couldn't the shoes anytime that I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get 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 neon to save

Bitches like you always spittin' the rhymes
We put you all to shame, you went through the same grind
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 us, you's gonna get smashed up
You run with 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 wanna run with the dogs, get your up

I'm here on the block
When it's time to ride out, you 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 and you're pissin' a fourth now

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

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

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

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

up, backed up, backed
Backed up, backed up,
Backed up, 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 try to rush 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 summer soon as the hilt drops
All will stop

A couple scums in the street, so we don't what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I won't
We go against everything, all the green
Got the low wrong swingin', ain't 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 to work
act up and you bound to get hurt

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