Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take Like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin'
Man, I chips and I unload clips

After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was
Some niggas started fightin', some found God
You me, started sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into who used to have Hummers big as Hell

In the joint wearin' '86 numbers Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think that but say that and yo' ass is wrong
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't work out to leave this bitch cut up

Let a find out you on some goin' home shit
And you to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
Some niggas beat cases on the strength of cream
After the witnesses disappeared on the strength of team

I'm hard as Hell to get along so it never fails
A nigga I got beef with end up in the jail
He had a L in bible paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be his high
And when I you in New York why would I box you now?

If I catch you in the I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't hold own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. tryin' to phone home
In a gem star is like a Nine Milly chrome
It's similar, in fact they'll both ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always 'em home.

You got blown the jack?
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got
(That gangsta)

Rockin' a vest no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a when you rap?
(That gangsta)

jocked you for your track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to other to get it back?
(That gangsta)

Niggas ran off with your
(That gangsta)
If you bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

You'd call me an Animal if you me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
I walk by, niggas like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong with nigga

Max out, I'm goin' straight for the
Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' to the block
The things happen if niggas say I can't eat
goes the window, out goes the heat

I'll the whole block look like a fuckin' track meet
Some get it in the leg, get it in the back
Some get it in the foot, all over their air max
Nigga pump my packs or pay tax

extortion, it happens in the hood often
Claim more lives than choices, abortions
Rich Nice says I got a with the dice
'Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line

I shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
That 9mm to your knot shit
See the difference is I'm and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock,

Y'all wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with your on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't stop
Since '86 my whole pop Criss.

You got over the jack?
(That gangsta)
Man ran when you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

a vest with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a thug when you
(That gangsta)

jocked you for your track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it
(That gangsta)

Niggas ran off your packs?
(That gangsta)
If you bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

5, 5, 1 blap,
1, 3, 4 blap,
the fuck you know about that?