Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

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

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

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it fails
A I got beef with end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in bible blowin' the lye
I sent him a kite just to be blowin' his high
And when I you in New York why would I box you now?

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

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

Rockin' a vest with no
(That gangsta)
You a thug 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 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 shook when I'm pop-ulation
When I by, niggas like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong that nigga

Max out, I'm goin' 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

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

It's extortion, it in the hood often
more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a with the dice
I put the title to the Benz on the line twice

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

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

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 when you rap?
(That gangsta)

Niggas 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 ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

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