Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

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

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

[50
You owe a nigga? You don't pay him?
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta him
ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, chick
She ain't hot but I fuck the coke right drops
it's time to get it on (what)
I pull the thong (uh huh)
till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it 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
niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the
Got 20 chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the nigga you feel 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 and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We trust ya

[50
Fix the cell, the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to 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 don't
I cock light the blockup, iller than times square
shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like none of
Fuck I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to
I don't give a fuck if you blood or 'cause
I got for thugs niggaz firing slugs
rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are

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