Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a youngster I slanged cain,
Not a worry in the world, I'm all money, man
Getting my grind on was all my was on
Making a grip, nigga, my was on

Double back, nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase
Rolex with the diamond-studded face
Benzes than a dealership
Slant-nose with the whole damn kit

Slanging more keys than the players
D.A. was on my dick but a nigga didn't care
They kicked in my a million times
And ass bitches was all that they'd ever find

Treated me like Vaseline, but as a fox
a key for 25 like they was hot
Fools was jealous, I had too many
Fuck a playa hater 'cause I was all about niggas

Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce
O.G. motherfuckers Daddy G and Clyde
They gave me the game to survive, opponents die
Fuck him and his family, let the cry

caught a bullet 'cause it wasn't my dope he was selling
So I him behind me, death was trailing
Always asking myself who be next, bitch?
Gotta wear a vest 'cause I paranoid as

I gotta survive, I survive, I gotta survive
Who wants to know I wanna
But the way I'm going out is spraying
Because the niggas from the deuce playing

From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of
I got some funk, one of my boys got shot
fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine
I'm a gangsta, I problem with nines

It never mattered that I knew the fool a time
Cross me and death is all you'll find
But here will be my last hit
To use a gun, it really didn't shit

We did it, we did it, we did it, we it
Mossberg sweeper, I pumped it
Unloaded all 15
As I shot, and I shot, niggas down

Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin'
I caught a fool the back bitch slippin'
out the nine and I popped him 4 times
Now let's see black ass cry

He at me with on his ass and said
"Fuck you", nigga, you too
The hit was on and it was to go
So I in my stide, jumped in the K5

Come on, niggas, come on, niggas, on, niggas
I'm a business man, I can't stand
I hate to cause your family
But plain and simple nigga, we play

I went 5150 we lost my nigga Bruce
27 shots from a clip, loose
For real motherfuckers, I was my shooting skills
mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will

CTE, I got to lose
And a of a lot to gain by killing you
A thrill killa from the heart of killers know
In order to give, I might have to a blow

It's kind of cold that you lost your
But we still lost Bruce,
Tomorrow promised a gangsta good luck
Just a bullet, motherfucker, death is a must

As I bust, squeezing on my on your block
Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch ass drop
And if your bitch is in my way
Let the stanky-pussy meet my motherfucking AK

moves for money, ain't no delaying
It's '91 and the nigga Pooh, he ain't playing