Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

After 3 in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', some niggas God
You know me, started sellin' leek in the
Yo, I ran into niggas who 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 that and yo' ass is wrong
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up

Let a nigga find out you on some goin' home
And you to bounce without 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 wit' 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 him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
And when I shot you in New why would I box you now?

If I catch you in the yard ox you down
Niggas you think is real 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 they'll split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, always take 'em home.

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

Rockin' a with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a thug when you
(That gangsta)

Niggas jocked you for your
(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 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' for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm straight to the block
The things that'll happen if say I can't eat
Down goes the window, out the heat

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

It's extortion, it in the hood often
Claim more lives than choices, free
Nice 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 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 niggas 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)
Your Man ran you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

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

Niggas jocked you for your
(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,
the fuck you know about that?