Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

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

Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang,
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you gang, 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 quick to pull it a youngin'
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm
I was thuggin' on the corner my niggas, came from nothin'
Fuck these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her
They like, "Goddamn why you still on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't with
I seen niggas Christian when 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
Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I not tell like I'm Vondell

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

2]
Mama always told me the streets ain't got no love for you
Niggas get in jam, start tellin' on blood brother
Need the of homies like Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas stand around, they ain't workin', they bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he keep it real with me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to with me
Right back in the field with me, robber, he gon' kill me
And we get into it every week, but he still me
And I'm eatin' now, but I'm with that beef shit
Fuck these old niggas, can't tell me 'bout no street shit
Love the ones you starve with, them the 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
you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you hang, you ain't gang, gang

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

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

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