Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No Gangsta

[50
Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far broke
Got heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more than 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 shit you only a trey
Got bitches shutting you in the C.L.K
For cats like you, don't pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you
You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels up
have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the sayin "50's Grimy"
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now can't find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo
And I can cop anotha one afta each

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You no gangsta
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 trust ya

[50
You owe a nigga? You wanna pay him?
Kill him, that's what said ta ta disapper him
ain't got to believe me
When I'm done with this rhyme if theres I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right
When it's to get it on (what)
I over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut get up, I'm gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin way out in L.A.
I it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly"
Call up all my niggaz in New on the celly
First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga da deally"
Pack a pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y'all niggaz want war, clap, Oh really?
I niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo you feel me?

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You ain't no
You'se a busta, a customer, a
You fake motherfucker
You a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out
We trust 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 hard to him on the weekday
backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up
Gettin fed his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 don't care
I cock light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you it
I it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like none of
around 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 fuck if you or 'cause
I got love for thugs firing slugs
Stage ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my are bluffed

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