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 hood gettin'
Man, I stack chips and I clips

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

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

Let a nigga find out you on some home shit
And you tryin' to bounce payin' a loan, shit
niggas beat 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 beef end up in the same jail
He had a L in bible paper 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 catch you in the yard I'ma ox you
Niggas you think is real really hold they own
I'll have 'em on E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
In here a gem star is like a Nine Milly
It's similar, in fact they'll split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, always take 'em home.

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

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

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

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

You'd call me an 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 nigga

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

I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' meet
get it in the leg, some 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 in the hood often
more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice I got a problem with the dice
'Cause I put the title to the Benz on the twice

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

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

You got blown the jack?
(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)

jocked you for your 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)

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