Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

3 summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas fightin', some niggas found 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 that
You could think that but say that and yo' ass is wrong
A convoy is only words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't work out to leave this bitch cut up

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

I'm as Hell to get along 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 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
have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
In here a gem is like a Nine Milly chrome
similar, in fact they'll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas take 'em home.

You got blown the jack?
(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)

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

Niggas ran off with your
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

You'd call me an Animal if you me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm pop-ulation
When I walk by, niggas like, "Fifty play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really 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 niggas say I eat
Down the window, out goes the heat

I'll make the whole 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 often
Claim more lives choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem the dice
'Cause I put the 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

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

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

Rockin' a vest with no
(That gangsta)
You only a when 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 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?