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

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

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

I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin'
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm
I was thuggin' on the with my niggas, came from nothin'
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 turned Christian when 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 whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot in
Do the time, I will not tell like I'm

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

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

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 ain't gang,

See you ridin' 'round flexin' and shit with all 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 niggas 'round car crackin', we just call 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 me, he gon' have to meet his god
And I'm still through the hood, grippin' on the steel
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, know why I kept it hard
Fuck the police and the
If they ask me a murder, I just tell 'em I was blind
Like my last was Charles
way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White and Marley doin' 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 can't hang, you ain't gang,
You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang,
Nigga you hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you gang, gang

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