Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna 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 chips and I unload

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

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

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

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

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

You got blown over the
(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 jocked you for track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to other to get it back?
(That gangsta)

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

You'd call me an Animal if you seen me on lock
I stay in a box be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, niggas like, "Fifty play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong that nigga

Max out, I'm straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the
The things that'll happen if niggas say I eat
Down the window, out goes the heat

I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' meet
Some get it in the leg, some get it in the
Some get it in the foot, all over their air max
Nigga pump my packs or pay tax

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas jocked you for your
(That gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it
(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?