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

Double back, pulling nothing but mail, a briefcase
Rolex watch the diamond-studded face
More Benzes than a
Slant-nose Porche the whole damn kit

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

Treated me like Vaseline, but as a fox
a key for 25 like 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 like G and Clyde
gave me the game to survive, opponents gonna die
Fuck him and his family, let the cry

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

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 from the deuce ain't

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

It mattered that I knew 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 street sweeper, I 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 slippin'
out the nine and I popped him 4 times
Now see your black 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

on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on, niggas
I'm a business man, I stand bullshitters
I hate to your family dismay
But plain and simple nigga, we play

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

CTE, I got to lose
And a hell of a lot to by killing you
A thrill 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 lost Bruce, motherfucker
ain't promised a gangsta good luck
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, no delaying
'91 and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing