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
Getting my grind on was all my was on
a grip, nigga, my money was on

Double back, pulling but mail, fuck a briefcase
Rolex watch the diamond-studded face
More than a dealership
Porche with the whole damn kit

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

Treated me 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 the deuce side
O.G. motherfuckers like Daddy G and
They gave me the game to survive, gonna die
him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry

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

I survive, I gotta 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

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 that wasn't mine
I'm a gangsta, I mean problem nines

It never mattered that I knew the fool a time
Cross me and death is all you'll find
But this 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 sweeper, I pumped it
all 15 rounds
As I shot, and I shot, went down

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't
I caught a fool with the back bitch
out the nine and I popped him 4 times
Now see your 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 in my stide, jumped in the K5

on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on, niggas
I'm a business man, I can't bullshitters
I hate to your family dismay
But and simple nigga, we don't play

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

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

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

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

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