Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a youngster I cain, gangbanged
Not a worry in the world, I'm all 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 keys the older players
D.A. was on my but a real nigga didn't care
They kicked in my a million times
And fine ass bitches was all that ever find

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

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

Nigga caught a bullet it wasn't my dope he was selling
So I shot him behind me, was trailing
Always asking myself who would be next,
wear a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit

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

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

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

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

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't
I caught a fool with the bitch slippin'
Pulled out the and I popped him 4 times
Now let's see your ass cry

He looked at me 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 bullshitters
I hate to cause family dismay
But plain and nigga, we don't play

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

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

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

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

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