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 gon'
I represent in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I stack chips and I unload

After 3 summers in the I thought life was hard
Some niggas fightin', some niggas found God
You know me, sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into who used 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 dead
A convoy is only words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up

Let a nigga find out you on some home shit
And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan,
Some niggas beat on the strength 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 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 kite to be blowin' his high
And when I shot you in New York why would I box you

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

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

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

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

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

call me an Animal if you seen 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, really wrong with that nigga

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

I'll make the whole block look like a 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, free
Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line

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 stash crack in my sock, shit

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

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

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

Niggas jocked you for 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 know about