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

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

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

Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm
I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas, came nothin'
Fuck these bitches, I don't 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you 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 Lord watch shit
Give a if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your hell
Pistol 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 ain't 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

always told me that the streets ain't got no love 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
Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it with me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to with me
Right back in the field me, robber, he gon' kill with me
And we get into it every week, but he still me
And I'm eatin' now, but I'm with that beef shit
Fuck these old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street
Love the ones you starve with, the ones you eat with
I don't trust these bitches, only 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 ain't 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

All these niggas 'round car crackin', we just call that broad
I was in the field my youngins, where it's all action
I just play my part, hard for the squad
If a nigga play with me, he gon' to meet his god
And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the
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 just 'em I was blind
Like my last was Charles
way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White Shawn and doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was dice, tryna come up on a big knot
You was in the class jokes like you Chris Rock

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

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