Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

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

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

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

I'm hard as Hell to get wit' so it never 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 little just to be blowin' his high
And when I shot you in New York why I box you now?

If I you in the yard I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't hold own
I'll have 'em on E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
In here a gem is like a Nine Milly chrome
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 you rap?
(That gangsta)

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

Niggas ran off with your
(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 shook when I'm 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 straight to the block
The that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
Down goes the window, out the heat

make the whole block 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 over air max
Nigga my packs or pay poor tax

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

I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block
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 niggas pop shit? I pop clips
with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki stop this
Since '86 my clique pop Criss.

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

Rockin' a vest with no
(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 your
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

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