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

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

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 ain't gang,

Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm to pull 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 these bitches, I don't 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick 'round them I don't rock with
I seen niggas turned Christian when feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that watch shit
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot
Drop Ls, pull up back to and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in
Do the time, I will not like I'm Vondell

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

Mama always told me the streets ain't got no love for you
Niggas get in jam, start tellin' on their brother
Need the of homies 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 build me
Right back in the field with me, robber, he kill with me
And we get into it every week, but he still me
And I'm eatin' steak now, but I'm that beef shit
Fuck old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street shit
Love the ones you with, them the ones you eat with
I don't trust bitches, only Nina who I sleep with

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' 'round flexin' and shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for 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, where it's all
I just play my part, goin' for the squad
If a nigga play with me, he gon' have to his god
And I'm still through the hood, grippin' on the steel
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it
Fuck the and the serge'
If ask me 'bout a murder, I just tell 'em I was blind
Like my last was Charles
way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White Shawn and Marley drills, got the strip hot
I was dice, tryna come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' jokes you Chris Rock

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

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