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 chips and I unload clips

After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was
Some niggas started fightin', 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 numbers damn Dog, you in here that long?
You could think but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up

Let a nigga out you on some goin' home shit
And you tryin' to bounce payin' a loan, shit
Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they
After the witnesses disappeared on the strength of team

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

If I catch you in the yard I'ma ox you
Niggas you think is really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. 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 you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

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

Niggas jocked you for track?
(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 me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' wrong with that nigga

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

I'll make the whole block look like a track meet
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 often
Claim more than choices, free abortions
Rich says I got a problem with the dice
I put the title to the Benz on the line twice

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

Y'all niggas pop shit? I pop clips
Leave 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)
Man ran when you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

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

jocked 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 bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

5, 5, 1 blap,
1, 3, 4 blap,
What the fuck you know about