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 gon'
I represent niggas in the 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, 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 think 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 nigga find out you on goin' home shit
And you tryin' to bounce without a loan, shit
Some niggas cases on the strength of they cream
After the witnesses on the strength of they team

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never
A nigga I got with end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in bible paper the lye
I sent him a kite just to be blowin' his high
And when I shot you in New York why I box you now?

If I catch you in the yard I'ma ox you
Niggas you think is real really can't hold own
I'll have 'em on 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 split ya
are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.

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

call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be when 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 straight for the glock
a u-turn, I'm goin' straight 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 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
pump my packs or pay poor tax

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

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

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

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 you rap?
(That gangsta)

Niggas jocked you for track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to thugs to get it back?
(That gangsta)

Niggas ran off with packs?
(That gangsta)
If you bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

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