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
my grind on was all my mind was on
Making a grip, nigga, my was on

Double back, pulling nothing but mail, a briefcase
Rolex with the diamond-studded face
More Benzes a dealership
Porche with the whole damn kit

Slanging more keys than the 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 they'd find

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

like John-John, the boy from the deuce side
O.G. motherfuckers Daddy G and Clyde
They gave me the game to survive, opponents 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 me, death was trailing
Always asking myself who would be next,
Gotta wear a vest 'cause I paranoid as

I survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
Who wants to know I die?
But the only way I'm going out is
the niggas 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
fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine
I'm a gangsta, I mean problem nines

It never mattered that I the fool a long time
Cross me once and death is all you'll
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 sweeper, I pumped it
all 15 rounds
As I shot, and I shot, niggas down

Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't
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 hate to cause family dismay
But plain and nigga, we don't play

I went 5150 when we lost my nigga
27 shots from a clip, getting
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 have to a blow

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

As I bust, squeezing on my nine on 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 bitch meet my AK

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