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

After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was
Some niggas started fightin', niggas found God
You know me, started sellin' leek in the
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to 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 wrong
A convoy is only 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 of they team

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it fails
A nigga I got beef end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his
And I shot you in New York why would I box you now?

If I catch you in the yard 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 here a gem star is like a Milly chrome
It's similar, in fact they'll both ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always 'em home.

You got blown 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 to get it back?
(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 seen me on lock
I stay in a box be shook 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' to the block
The things that'll if niggas say I can't eat
Down the window, out goes the heat

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

It's extortion, it in the hood often
Claim lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the
'Cause I put the title to the Benz on the twice

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

Y'all niggas pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with your on my mink in the drop Six
and Pataki can't stop this
Since '86 my clique pop Criss.

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

Rockin' a vest 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)

ran off with your packs?
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

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