Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take Like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you snitch?
I niggas 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', some niggas God
You know me, sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to Hummers big as Hell

In the joint wearin' '86 numbers damn Dog, you 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 work out to leave this bitch cut up

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along so it never 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 I'ma ox you
Niggas you is real really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to home
In here a gem star is like a Milly chrome
It's similar, in fact both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas take 'em home.

You got over the jack?
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran you got clapped?
(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 thugs to get it back?
(That gangsta)

ran off with 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 I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong with that

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

I'll 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 packs or pay tax

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

Y'all niggas wanna pop I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki stop this
Since '86 my whole pop Criss.

You got blown over the
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got
(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 your packs?
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

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