Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

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

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 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 with my niggas, came nothin'
Fuck these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on block shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them I don't rock with
I seen niggas turned Christian they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord shit
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot
Drop Ls, up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in
Do the time, I will not tell like I'm

Nigga you hang, you ain't 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 hang, you ain't gang, gang

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

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

See you ridin' 'round flexin' and 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 car crackin', we just call that broad trappin'
I was in the field with my youngins, where all action
I just play my part, goin' hard for the
If a nigga play with me, he have to meet his god
And I'm ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the steel
a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it hard
Fuck the and the serge'
If they ask me 'bout a murder, I just tell 'em I was
Like my name was Charles
way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White Shawn and Marley drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, come up on a big knot
You was in the crackin' jokes like you Chris Rock

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

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