Luyện nghe bài hát It Aint Yo

It ain't yo yo, it ain't yo flow yo
I thought you should know, It ain't yo benz, it yo ice
It ain't yo, yo, another lost soul
Up at the crossroads, it ain't yo chains, it yo rings(?)
It yo ice yo, it ain't yo bling yo, I thought you should know
It ain't that drop top E-class, with rims yo
Another lost soul, up at the

Regulatin' up in thang
you suckers hatin up in this thang
You might as well the game
it's time to see a change
Talk about your flows and clothes
And all hos and your doughs
What about the ones with the holes in souls
Only Heaven knows, how many of them with the flow
And how you done with their dough
And with the sexcapdaes, and the escalades and the navigades, you
Talkin about stayin away from the steel or getin
While you lookin at us than hard, like we ain't real
So I don't do this for the fame, and I don't do this for the
Everything I do is the heart, to see a change in Jesus name
That's why I'm for my comrads, speek the word to this generation
be decieved by this divination, or be fallen to this fornication

Chose God over pleasure, tell me where I be
Shorties listen to this music, ghetto fantisies
And think they but really buggin
On the block where they sell, now theyself is all huggin
they locked in the cell,
See all the homies rollin thick, so they that they want that
Got 'em lost in the hood with 20 to and cant come back
Before you like a 6-4, and you hittin a ditch
you come up in this thang like you gettin with this
And realizin it's a war, and go and inlist
Too many people livin they life and never the risk
And yo, it's spiritual, you that's fightin lyrical
I'm prayin for a change, but it's take a miricle
It ain't that blow, it ain't that dank, it that thai
It ain't that stank, it aint No Limit tank
Or that Cash Money rule, don't you know that Christ is rulin this fool
Runnin around and thinkin you cool, ''cause you got tattoos
But you got a clue

For all the ones that's down
You claim you them love
But on the garbage that you spit, message makin them thugs
And sendin them there, in the Bible I can't swear
Now how you care for their souls, all you want is girls and of dough
It's like every city you go and on these videos
time I turn around, it's the same nasty thing yo
Now back to the facts I'm steady on ya'll
You wanna ball until you fall, on Judgment Day you crawl
Don't get me wrong shortie, I know you runnin the call
That's why I'm prayin for you, Dogg, you can't hide my Lord
Like I told you before, It yo ice, it ain't yo bling
It ain't yo top E-class while you rollin on them thangs