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 but mail, fuck a briefcase
Rolex with the diamond-studded face
More Benzes than a
Slant-nose with the whole damn kit

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

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

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

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

I survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
Who to know I wanna die?
But the only way I'm going out is
the niggas from the deuce ain't playing

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

It never mattered I knew the fool a long time
Cross me once and 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, niggas went

Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin'
I caught a fool the back bitch slippin'
Pulled out the 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

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

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

CTE, I got to lose
And a of a lot to gain by killing you
A thrill killa from the heart of real know
In order to give, I might have to take a

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

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

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