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

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

In the joint wearin' '86 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 gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up

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

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

If I catch you in the I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is real really hold they own
I'll '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 they'll both split ya
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always 'em home.

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

a vest with no gat?
(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)

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

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

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

It's extortion, it happens in the hood
Claim more lives than choices, free
Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'Cause I put the title to the on the line twice

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

Y'all wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't this
'86 my whole clique pop Criss.

You got blown the jack?
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got
(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 your
(That gangsta)
If you bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

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