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

Hey
Why hatin' on a youngin'?
Said why they 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 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, I'm drummin'
I was thuggin' on the corner my niggas, came from nothin'
Fuck bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you on that block shit?"
Get you shot 'round them niggas I don't rock with
I seen niggas turned Christian when they feel that hot
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch
a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give block hell
Pistol whip kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I not tell like I'm Vondell

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

Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no for you
Niggas get in jam, start on their blood brother
the type of homies like Edai, do a dub for you
Niggas stand around, ain't workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he keep it real with me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to build me
back in the field with me, robber, he gon' kill with me
And we get into it every week, but he still me
And I'm eatin' steak now, but I'm with that beef
Fuck these old niggas, they tell me 'bout no street shit
the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with
I trust these bitches, only Nina who I sleep with

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,

See you '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 ain't tryna catch nothin'. Ayy, ayy

All these niggas 'round car crackin', we just that broad trappin'
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 have to meet his god
And I'm ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the steel
Give a 'bout how you feel, they 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 name was Charles
Talkin' way hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
Shawn and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' jokes like you Rock

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

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