Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Shit

Niggas, hangin' on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of
Niggas, deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of
Niggas, hangin' on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 of Gooden

Ain't shit changed in my hood '86
And 1987, I was into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood moes
And all the ass niggas rode vogues

Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the ?
Car down crush portion and paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine

All of my niggas they had a truck load of
'Cause in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are broken
If you ain't then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause if you bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
if you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'

'Cause I remember when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he you

cool, I'm the niggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to a nigga hand
But I just away and left his shit to hang
'Cause back in the game I had a thang

And that's why I with my hands on my dick
A nigga say, "What up?", I around and I say "This"
And I could give a fuck if the gets pissed
'Cause if he a chunk, I'm a get up in his shit

Huh, like it shit, yeah
I thought you
It ain't

Creepin' comin' up a stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. with my homey
on fast times, past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud I acroos my nigga Kick

I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the
Chillin' with this and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama, I even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's to kick some asses

He told what had and now I'm thinkin' FUCK
I'm callin' up south acres time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with
Never showin' fear these niggas never had it

Everybody's trapped, to go to war
Quick to kill your ass and quick to jack car
So if you see some shit then I you punch it
what's about to happen, you may not be able to stomach

Killers killers steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die die
Fuckin' my family, you dick is in the paint
So don't think that shit 'cause niggero it ain't

Shit to 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' the motherfuckin' shit
'Cause niggas plot hits motherfuckin' hits

Killin' you ass for kicks shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die you deserve ta
Now here take this slugs (bang)
'Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being

Mister mister Face the nigga being heard
'Cause all I have in world is my balls and my word
I'm of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done

I'm off you mark ass niggas
With a from a glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew
I'm slappin' and cappin' fools