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 snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no
Wouldnt write about crack if I had no spot
You talk six coupe you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz you away
You the type to get when I'm locked up, get yo jewels 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 anotha one afta each

x 2
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 You don't wanna pay him?
Kill him, what they said ta ta disapper him
Y'all got to believe me
When I'm done with rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian
She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the right drops
When time to get it on (what)
I pull over the (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm (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
thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally"
Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle
niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome 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 ain't a
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or you out cause
We trust ya

[50
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a mad hard 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 care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than square
Real shit, you spit it cause you it
I spit it I did it and I mean it
Man, I don't like of y'all
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
Stage rapping ass niggaz sold no drugs
Gotta show me love cause my sins are bluffed

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