Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a I slanged cain, gangbanged
Not a in the world, I'm all about money, man
Getting my on was all my mind was on
a grip, nigga, my money was on

Double back, pulling but mail, fuck a briefcase
watch with the diamond-studded face
More Benzes than a
Slant-nose Porche with the whole kit

Slanging more than the older players
D.A. was on my but a real nigga didn't care
They kicked in my door a million
And fine ass was all that they'd ever find

me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox
Drop a key for 25 they was hot
was jealous, I had too many tricks
Fuck a playa 'cause I was all about real niggas

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

Nigga caught a bullet 'cause it my dope he was selling
So I shot him me, death was trailing
Always asking myself who would be next,
Gotta wear a vest I paranoid as shit

I survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
Who wants to I wanna die?
But the only way I'm going out is
Because the from the deuce ain't playing

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

It never mattered that I knew the fool a time
Cross me and death is all you'll find
But this here be my last hit
To use a gun, it really take shit

We did it, we did it, we did it, we it
street sweeper, I pumped it
Unloaded all 15
As I shot, and I shot, niggas went

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I trippin'
I caught a fool with the bitch slippin'
Pulled out the 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 stood in my stide, in the K5

Come on, niggas, come on, niggas, on, niggas
I'm a man, I can't stand bullshitters
I hate to cause your dismay
But plain and nigga, we don't play

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

CTE, I got nothing to
And a hell of a lot to gain by you
A thrill killa from the heart of killers know
In order to give, I might have to take a

It's of cold that you lost your brother
But we still Bruce, motherfucker
Tomorrow ain't promised a good luck
Just a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause death is a

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

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