Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take this? Like a man or a
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon'
I represent in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I stack chips and I unload

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

In the joint wearin' '86 numbers Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think that but say that and yo' ass is dead
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up

Let a find 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 on the strength of they team

I'm hard as Hell to get along so it never fails
A nigga I got with end up in the same jail
He had a L in bible paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be his high
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 think is real really hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to home
In a gem star is like a Nine Milly chrome
It's similar, in they'll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas take 'em home.

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

Rockin' a with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a thug when you
(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 in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really with that nigga

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

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

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

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

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

You got over the jack?
(That gangsta)
Man ran when you got clapped?
(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 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 you know about that?