Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Play'n

Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm on?
Do I holla at Curt, Unc doin?
What's up with Nigga you dem people {?}

4X: Master P]
Snitches stop the cops - cause I ain't playin
Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't

P]
I left the for a week, and my name start ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they
That's why I sleep two gats you never catch me slippin
I smell pussy, and of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't with you cats
Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for
How a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my
Just to get a couple and some fame my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your family'll set you up
For the right my nigga they'll wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when be over
How many niggaz visit C, if he go to Angola

P]
Man this music shit political dawg, fuck with it
I'd in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these just yap they mouth
Send subliminal 'til shit get out
Believe none of you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is dirty the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll fear death, streets is real black
Our radio programmers think they holdin careers
And Hollywood bitches be to wife a nigga
All you need is a hit record and some ice my
And the media dickriders slow up like flat
Seen they lil' career up again when shit dies
say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even Michael Jackson live the criminal life
See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in face mayne
Call them people on ya try to give you a mayne

Heh, he he
If don't know us
Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin
Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you me?
Y'all can't beat us join us