Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

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

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 can't hang, you ain't gang,

1]
Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, I'm drummin'
I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas, came from
Fuck these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on block shit?"
Get you shot '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 watch shit
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your hell
Pistol whip kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I not tell like I'm Vondell

Nigga you hang, you ain't gang, gang
You can't hang, nigga you hang, you ain't gang, 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, start tellin' on their brother
Need the type of like Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas stand around, they ain't workin', they just
my lil' brother cause he always keep it real with me
If it fall down, he gon' be there to build 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 steak now, but I'm with that beef shit
these old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street shit
Love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat
I trust these bitches, only Nina who I sleep with

Nigga you can't hang, you ain't 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

See you ridin' 'round flexin' and shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a 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 just call that broad
I was in the field with my youngins, it's all action
I play my part, goin' hard 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, know why I kept it hard
the police and the serge'
If ask me 'bout a murder, I just tell 'em I was blind
Like my last was Charles
Talkin' way before hip-hop, pounds in a
White and Marley doin' drills, got the strip 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 gang, 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 hang, you ain't gang, gang

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