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

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

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

Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it 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 these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick them niggas I don't rock with
I seen niggas Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord shit
a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up to back and give your block hell
whip 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 gang, gang
You can't hang, 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,

Mama always me that the streets ain't got no love for you
get in jam, start tellin' on their blood brother
Need the type of homies Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas around, they ain't workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it real me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to build 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 old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street 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 ain't 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 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

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

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

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