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

1]
Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to 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 from
Fuck bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't with
I seen niggas turned Christian they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch
Give a if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block
whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
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 ain't gang,
Nigga you can't hang, you can't 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
Niggas get in jam, start tellin' on blood brother
the type of homies like Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas stand around, they workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my brother cause he always keep it real with me
If it fall down, he be right there to build with me
Right back in the field with me, robber, he gon' with me
And we get it every week, but he still with me
And I'm eatin' now, but I'm with that beef shit
Fuck these old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no shit
Love the ones you starve with, the ones you eat with
I don't trust these bitches, only Nina who I sleep

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 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 them bitches. Stop flexin', boy. You 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, it's all action
I just play my part, goin' hard for the
If a nigga play me, he gon' have to meet his god
And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I it hard
Fuck the and the serge'
If they ask me 'bout a murder, I tell 'em I was blind
Like my name was Charles
Talkin' way before hip-hop, 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 class jokes like you Chris Rock

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 gang, gang

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