Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take this? 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

3 summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', some found God
You know me, started leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have 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 is only three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't work out to leave this bitch cut up

Let a nigga find out you on some goin' shit
And you tryin' to bounce payin' a loan, shit
Some niggas beat cases on the of they cream
After the witnesses on the strength of they team

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas ran off with packs?
(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 be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I by, niggas like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong with that

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

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

It's extortion, it happens in the often
Claim more than choices, free abortions
Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'Cause I put the title to the on the line twice

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 money in my sock, shit

Y'all niggas wanna pop I pop clips
Leave your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't this
Since '86 my whole pop Criss.

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

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

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

Niggas ran off with packs?
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

5, 5, 1 blap,
1, 3, 4 blap,
What the fuck you know about