Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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