Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

[50
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds me
Yo ass would hit more notes Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I had no spot
You talk six coupe 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 I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in 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 anotha one afta each

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

[50
You owe a nigga? You don't pay him?
Kill him, that's what they ta ta disapper him
Y'all ain't got to 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
it's time to get it on (what)
I over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck 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
thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz want war, clap, Oh really?
I watch slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the nigga you feel me?

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

[50
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin
Hoe whip, proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, to the gut, that'll 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 than times
Real shit, you spit it you seen it
I spit it I did it and I mean 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 niggaz firing
rapping ass niggaz 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 fraudulent
You a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We trust ya