Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

Hey
Why they on a youngin'?
Said why hatin' on a youngin'?

Nigga you can't hang, you gang, gang
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you gang, gang
Nigga you hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you gang, gang

1]
Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm to pull it like a youngin'
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, I'm drummin'
I was thuggin' on the corner my niggas, came from nothin'
Fuck these bitches, I trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I rock with
I seen turned Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on Lord watch shit
Give a if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and your block hell
whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not like I'm Vondell

Nigga you hang, you ain't gang, gang
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang,
Nigga you can't hang, you hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you gang, gang

2]
Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no for you
Niggas get in jam, tellin' on their blood brother
Need the type of like Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas stand around, ain't workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it with me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to build me
Right back in the field me, robber, he gon' kill with me
And we get it every week, but he still with me
And I'm eatin' steak now, but I'm with that shit
Fuck these old niggas, can't tell me 'bout no street shit
Love the you starve with, them the ones you eat with
I don't trust these bitches, Nina who I sleep with

Nigga you can't hang, you gang, gang
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang,
you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you hang, you ain't gang, gang

See you 'round flexin' and shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for every one of them bitches. Stop flexin', boy. You ain't tryna catch nothin'. Ayy, ayy

3]
All these niggas 'round car crackin', we call that broad trappin'
I was in the field my youngins, where it's all action
I just play my part, goin' hard for the
If a nigga play with me, he gon' to meet his god
And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the
a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it hard
Fuck the police and the
If they ask me a murder, I just tell 'em I was blind
my last name was Charles
Talkin' way hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
Shawn and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' jokes you Chris Rock

Nigga you hang, you ain't gang, gang
You hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you gang, gang

You can't hang, nigga, nigga, you gang
You can't hang,
You know, man
gang shit