Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

[50
Look If you worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the grabbed me
Yo ass would hit notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt about crack if I ain't had no spot
You six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you in the C.L.K
For cats like you, don't pay
You just in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they find me
If you see it how I see it, my is yo whip
And I can cop one afta each assist

x 2
You ain't no
You'se a busta, a customer, a
You fake fraudulent
You ain't a
I should cut ya, back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We trust ya

[50
You owe a nigga? You don't pay him?
him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all got to believe me
When I'm done with this if theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but eevrytime I the coke right drops
When it's to get it on (what)
I over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it tele way out in L.A.
I like it she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggaz in New on the celly
First thing I'm is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo you feel me?

x 2
You no gangsta
You'se a busta, a customer, a
You fraudulent motherfucker
You a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don't ya

[50
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, proof
Hoe whip, proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 don't care
I triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you it
I spit it cause I did it and I it
Man, I don't like none of
Fuck around I'll run in pop one in y'all
Had the hood talkin bout what I done to y'all
Listen I don't give a if you blood or 'cause
I got love for thugs firing slugs
rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are

x 2
You no gangsta
a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fraudulent motherfucker
You a gangsta
I should cut ya, back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We trust ya