Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang

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

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

1]
Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to it like a youngin'
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm
I was thuggin' on the with my niggas, came from nothin'
Fuck these bitches, I trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn why you still on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't with
I seen turned Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that watch shit
a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give 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 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 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 always it real with me
If it fall down, he gon' be there to build with 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 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 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 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 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 just call that broad
I was in the field with my youngins, where all action
I just play my part, goin' for the squad
If a nigga play with me, he gon' have to 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 they ask me 'bout a murder, I tell 'em I was blind
Like my last was Charles
Talkin' way before hip-hop, in a Ziploc
White and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, tryna come up on a big
You was in the crackin' jokes like you Chris Rock

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

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