Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

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

Double back, nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase
Rolex watch with the diamond-studded
More Benzes a dealership
Slant-nose Porche with the damn kit

Slanging more keys the older players
D.A. was on my dick but a real didn't care
kicked in my door a million times
And fine ass bitches was all that ever find

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

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

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

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

my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops
I got into funk, one of my boys got shot
fool 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 a long time
Cross me once and death is all you'll
But this here be my last hit
To use a gun, it really didn't 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 ain't
I a fool with the back bitch slippin'
out the nine and I popped him 4 times
Now let's see black ass cry

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

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

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

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

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

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

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