Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Ain't Playin'

As a youngster I cain, gangbanged
Not a in the world, I'm all about money, man
my grind on was all my mind 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
Porche with the whole damn kit

Slanging keys than the older players
D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't
They in my door a million times
And fine ass bitches was all that ever find

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

like John-John, the boy from the deuce 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 it wasn't my dope he was selling
So I shot him behind me, was trailing
Always asking myself who would be next,
Gotta a vest 'cause I paranoid as shit

I survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
Who wants to I wanna die?
But the only way I'm going out is
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 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 here 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 street sweeper, I it
all 15 rounds
As I shot, and I shot, went down

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

on, niggas, come on, niggas, come on, niggas
I'm a man, I can't stand bullshitters
I hate to cause your family
But plain and nigga, we don't play

I went when we lost my nigga Bruce
27 shots from a clip, getting
For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting
mad nightly, shooting 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 to give, I might have to take a blow

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

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

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