Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take 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 joint I life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', some niggas God
You know me, started sellin' in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have big as Hell

In the joint wearin' '86 numbers damn Dog, you been in here long?
You think that but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it fails
A nigga I got beef with end up in the jail
He had a L rolled in paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a kite just to be blowin' his high
And I shot you in New York why would I box you now?

If I catch you in the yard ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't hold own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit to phone home
In here a gem star is like a Milly chrome
similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always '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 you rap?
(That gangsta)

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

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

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

Max out, I'm straight 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 look like a fuckin' track
Some get it in the leg, get it in the back
Some get it in the foot, bleed all their air max
pump my packs or pay poor tax

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

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

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

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

Rockin' a vest no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a when you rap?
(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,
the fuck you know about that?