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 was hard
Some niggas started fightin', 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 wearin' '86 numbers damn Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think that but say and yo' ass is dead wrong
A convoy is only 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 a loan, shit
Some niggas beat on the strength of they cream
the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it 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 can't hold own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit to phone home
In here a gem star is a Nine Milly chrome
It's similar, in fact 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 with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a 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 your 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 shook when I'm pop-ulation
When I walk by, like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' wrong with that nigga

Max out, I'm goin' for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the
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
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

extortion, it happens in the hood often
Claim more lives choices, free abortions
Rich 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 block
That 9mm Ruger to your shit
See the is I'm real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock,

niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and can't stop this
'86 my whole clique pop Criss.

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

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