Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

How you gonna take this? Like a man or a
You get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood rich
Man, I chips and I unload clips

3 summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas fightin', some niggas found God
You know me, started sellin' in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers big as

In the joint wearin' '86 numbers Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
A convoy is three words, "Yo whattup"
You ain't gotta work out to this bitch cut up

Let a nigga out you on some goin' home shit
And you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan,
Some niggas beat on the strength of they cream
After the witnesses disappeared on the of they team

I'm hard as Hell to get along so it never fails
A I got beef with end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in paper blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his
And when I shot you in New why would I box you now?

If I you in the yard I'ma ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can't they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. tryin' to phone home
In here a gem star is like a Nine Milly
It's similar, in fact they'll both ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, always take 'em home.

You got blown over the
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

Rockin' a with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a when you rap?
(That gangsta)

Niggas you for your track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to other to get it back?
(That gangsta)

ran off with your packs?
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on
I stay in a box be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk by, niggas like, "Fifty play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really with that nigga

Max out, I'm goin' straight for the
a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
The that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
Down goes the window, out the heat

I'll make the whole look like a fuckin' track meet
Some get it in the leg, some get it in the
Some get it in the foot, bleed all over air max
Nigga my packs or pay poor tax

extortion, it happens in the hood often
Claim more lives than choices, free
Rich Nice I got a problem with the dice
I put the title to the Benz on the line twice

I rock shit I stay on that block shit
That 9mm Ruger to your shit
See the difference is I'm and you not, kid
I still crack money in my sock, shit

Y'all niggas wanna pop I pop clips
with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can't this
'86 my whole clique pop Criss.

You got blown the jack?
(That gangsta)
Your Man ran you got clapped?
(That gangsta)

a vest with no gat?
(That gangsta)
You only a thug when you
(That gangsta)

Niggas jocked you for track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to thugs to get it back?
(That gangsta)

Niggas ran off with packs?
(That gangsta)
If you ain't ya gat
(That gangsta)

5, 5, 1 blap,
1, 3, 4 blap,
What the fuck you know that?