Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a youngster I slanged cain,
Not a worry in the world, I'm all 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 watch the diamond-studded face
More than a dealership
Slant-nose Porche the whole damn kit

Slanging more than 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
a key for 25 like they was hot
Fools was jealous, I had too many
Fuck a playa hater 'cause I was all about real

Niggas like John-John, the boy from the side
O.G. like Daddy G and Clyde
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
Always asking who would be next, bitch?
Gotta a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit

I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta
Who wants to know I die?
But the only way I'm going out is
Because the from 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 got shot
Some fool was on my turf dope that wasn't mine
I'm a gangsta, I problem with nines

It never mattered I knew the fool a long time
Cross me and death is all you'll find
But here 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, went down

Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin'
I caught a fool the back bitch 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 in my stide, jumped in the K5

Come on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on,
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 a clip, getting loose
For motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting skills
mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will

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

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

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

Making moves for money, no delaying
It's '91 and the nigga named Pooh, he playing