Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

After 3 summers in the I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', niggas found God
You know me, started sellin' leek in the
Yo, I ran into who used to have 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 wrong
A convoy is only words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to leave bitch cut up

Let a nigga out you on some goin' home shit
And you tryin' to without payin' a loan, shit
Some beat cases on the strength of they cream
After the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they

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

If I you in the yard I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. tryin' to phone home
In here a gem star is a Nine Milly chrome
It's similar, in fact both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always 'em home.

You got blown over the
(That gangsta)
Man ran when 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 other to get it back?
(That gangsta)

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

You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin'
When I by, niggas like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, really wrong with that nigga

Max out, I'm goin' straight for the
Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the
The things that'll if niggas say I can't eat
goes 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, all over their air max
Nigga my packs or pay poor tax

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

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

niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't stop
Since '86 my clique pop Criss.

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

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

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

Niggas ran off with 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?