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 than a dealership
Slant-nose Porche with the damn kit

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

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

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

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

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

my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops
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 problem with nines

It mattered that I knew the fool a long time
me once and death is all you'll find
But this here be my last hit
To use a gun, it really didn't take

We did it, we did it, we did it, we it
Mossberg sweeper, I pumped it
Unloaded all 15
As I shot, and I shot, went down

Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin'
I caught a fool with the back bitch
Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4
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 stood in my stide, in the K5

Come on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on,
I'm a business man, I stand bullshitters
I hate to cause your family
But and simple 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 shooting
Hella mad nightly, shooting at will

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

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

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

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