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 weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the 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 pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you 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 locked up, get yo jewels up
Then have to tuck em in I pop up
in the hood sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they 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 fake fraudulent
You a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
We trust ya

[50
You owe a You don't 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 connect bitch, Peruvian
She ain't hot but I fuck the coke right drops
it's time to get it on (what)
I over the thong (uh huh)
till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin way out in L.A.
I like it she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the
First thing I'm is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang in front of the deli
Got 20 chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo you feel me?

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 don't ya

[50
Fix the cell, the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me,
Bricks Filipe, 19 five, what 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
shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I it
Man, I don't like none of
Fuck around I'll run in 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 firing
rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some cause my sins are bluffed

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