Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Nothin'

I used to carry a glock on the line, man, I don't waste time
I'm strong on the line, you never will taste mine
See me on the screen, fuckers beggin' for time
Get your own tape but bother to chase mine

I got a block, man, we havin' a time
You couldn't fill the shoes anytime I lace mine
Light up the stage, for the homies we make
Sick the dogs on you, get by the K-9

Homies on the yard never walk in the main
The manes find can never be in the game
I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same
Pick crews, homie, you a to save time

Bitches like you always the same rhymes
We put you all to shame, you never through the same grind
Put you in the from the minute you came by
So in your lane and get wet by the rain

You wanna up, get your ass touched
You rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get up
You wanna run with the dogs, get cash up

Git it, you gotta get straps up
Git it, you get your stash up
Git it, you gotta get up
You wanna run the dogs, get your cash up

I'm right on the block
When it's time to ride out, you what I'm all about
Hundred Harley bikes on site it goes down
Me and my homies, we always the fort down
Come up in our and you're pissin' a fourth now

Got four and three bottles of Jack
Two fifth's in the back and I'm with is strapped
Whatever happened to chin checkin' and fools?
Try disrespectin', my Smith & Wesson is you

And I ain't changed since in the day
Get your split quick if you get in my face
You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your
your little ass name don't hold no weight

And your ass safe couldn't hold my cake
Get asses denied down the road I take
And let me you one more thing before I skate
If you a fake or a snake, send you to your grave

You step up, get your ass touched
You rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up

Git it, you gotta get straps up
Git it, you get your stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get cash up

Backed up, up, backed
Backed up, backed up,
up, backed up, backed
Backed up and you to get hurt

I'm a First Staff OG from outta the
With a fucked up demeanor for you punk
Get played some dicks who try to start ruckas
I'm a real gun so don't ever try to rush us

Can't nobody touch us don't leave on crutches
Or worse, get a in a hearse with their bodies covered
gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops
All bullshit will

A couple scums in the street, so we don't what you bustas think
It might sink in sometime but I blink
We go against everything, all the green
Got the low swingin', ain't nothing to me

We put it down anywhere it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' with your haters degree
And when you get loud, son, I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you to get hurt

You wanna up, get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get ass buff
Try to us, you's gonna get smashed up
You run with the dogs, get your cash up

Git it, you gotta get your up
Git it, you get your stash up
Git it, you get amped up
You wanna run with the dogs, get your up