Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

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

Nigga you can't hang, you gang, gang
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't 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 with my niggas, came from nothin'
these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on block shit?"
Get you quick 'round them niggas 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 watch
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot
Drop Ls, pull up back to and give your block hell
Pistol whip kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I'm

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

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

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

See you ridin' 'round flexin' and shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for every one of 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 with my youngins, where it's all
I just play my part, hard for the squad
If a nigga play with me, he have to meet his god
And I'm still ridin' the hood, grippin' on the steel
Give a '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 'em I was blind
my last name was Charles
Talkin' way hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' like you Chris Rock

Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang,
You can't hang, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
Nigga you can't hang, you can't 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
Boss shit