Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

[50
If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke
Got anought heart to sell but you scared of dope
I snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes Ron Isley
I wouldn't about 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 shutting you in the C.L.K
For like you, crime don't pay
You linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels up
Then have to em in when I pop up
in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause hit me wit Kosami 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 each assist

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
You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay
Kill him, that's what they said ta ta 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 I fuck the coke right drops
it's time to get it on (what)
I pull the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut 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 niggaz in New on the celly
First thing I'm is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle
Y'all want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my
Lorenzo on the Benzo you feel me?

x 2
You no gangsta
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

[50
Fix the cell, blast the room spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke
from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, 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 don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than square
Real shit, you 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 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
Stage ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta me some love cause my sins are bluffed

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