Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a I slanged cain, gangbanged
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, fuck a
watch with the diamond-studded face
More than a dealership
Slant-nose Porche with the whole kit

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

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

Niggas John-John, the boy from the deuce side
O.G. motherfuckers like G and Clyde
They gave me the 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 wear a 'cause I paranoid as shit

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

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

It never that 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 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 down

Bullets flying, dying, but I ain't trippin'
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 stand
I hate to cause your family
But plain and simple nigga, we play

I went 5150 we lost my nigga Bruce
27 shots a clip, getting loose
For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting
Hella mad nightly, motherfuckers at will

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

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

As I bust, squeezing on my on your block
Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your ass
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 named Pooh, he ain't playing