Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

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

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

[50
You owe a nigga? You wanna pay him?
him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to me
When I'm done this rhyme 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 time to get it on (what)
I pull over the (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm (yeah)
Usualy hit it tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say "Papi I it in my Belly"
up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz packs in front of the deli
Got 20 chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo you feel me?

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

[50
Fix the cell, the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me,
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, we pay
Cop on a week mad to catch him on the weekday
backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than square
Real shit, you spit it cause you 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 whole hood talkin bout what I to y'all
Listen I don't a fuck if you blood or 'cause
I got love for thugs niggaz slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't no drugs
Gotta show me some cause my sins are bluffed

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