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

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

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

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

Nigga caught a 'cause it wasn't my dope he was selling
So I shot him me, death was trailing
Always myself who would be next, bitch?
Gotta a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit

I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I survive
Who wants to know I die?
But the only way I'm out is spraying
Because the niggas the deuce ain't playing

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

It mattered that I knew the fool a long time
me once and death is all you'll find
But this will be my last hit
To use a gun, it really take shit

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

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I trippin'
I a fool with the back bitch slippin'
Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4
Now let's see your 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, on, niggas, come on, niggas
I'm a business man, I stand bullshitters
I to cause your family dismay
But plain and simple nigga, we don't

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

CTE, I got nothing to
And a of a lot to gain by killing you
A thrill killa from the heart of real killers
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 a gangsta good luck
Just a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause is a must

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

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