Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gang (Remix)

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

you can't hang, you ain't 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

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 '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 niggas Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on Lord watch shit
a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I'm a demon, rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell I'm Vondell

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 can't hang, you gang, gang

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, ain't workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my brother cause he always 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' 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, them the ones you eat
I don't trust these bitches, Nina who I sleep with

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

See you ridin' 'round 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

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

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