Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rockin' a with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a thug 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)

You'd call me an Animal if you 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, somethin' really wrong with that

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

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

It's extortion, it in the hood often
Claim more lives than choices, free
Nice says 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 shit
That 9mm Ruger to your knot
See the is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash money in my sock, shit

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

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

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

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

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

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