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
a grip, nigga, my money was on

Double back, pulling nothing but mail, fuck a
Rolex watch with the face
More Benzes than a
Slant-nose with the whole damn kit

Slanging more than the older players
D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga care
They in my door a million times
And fine ass bitches was all they'd ever find

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 down

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

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

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

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

It's kind of cold you lost your brother
But we lost Bruce, motherfucker
Tomorrow promised a gangsta good luck
Just a bullet, motherfucker, 'cause is a must

As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your
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 my motherfucking AK

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