Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

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

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

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it fails
A nigga I got beef end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in bible paper the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be his high
And when I you in New York why would I box you now?

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

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

Rockin' a vest no gat?
(That gangsta)
You a thug when you rap?
(That gangsta)

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

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

You'd me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I by, niggas like, "Fifty don't play Son"
Yeah, somethin' really wrong with that

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

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

It's extortion, it happens in the often
Claim more lives choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the
I put the title to the Benz on the line twice

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

Y'all niggas pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my in the drop Six
and Pataki can't stop this
Since '86 my whole pop Criss.

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

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

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

ran off with your 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?