Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take this? Like a man or a
You gon' get it on or you gon' snitch?
I niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I stack and I unload clips

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

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

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never
A nigga I got beef end up in the same 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 shot you in New York why I box you now?

If I catch you in the I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is really can't hold they 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 split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas take 'em home.

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

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

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

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

You'd call me an Animal if you seen me on lock
I stay in a box cats be when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, niggas like, "Fifty play Son"
Yeah, really wrong with that nigga

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

make 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, bleed all over air max
Nigga pump my or pay poor tax

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

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

niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki stop this
Since '86 my clique pop Criss.

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

Rockin' a vest with no
(That gangsta)
You only a thug when you
(That gangsta)

Niggas 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)

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