Luyện nghe bài hát That Ain't Gangsta

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

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

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

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

I'm hard as Hell to get along so it never fails
A nigga I got beef with end up in the same
He had a L rolled in bible blowin' the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his
And I shot 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 really can't hold they own
I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone
In here a gem star is like a Nine Milly
It's similar, in they'll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, always take 'em home.

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

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

jocked you for your track?
(That gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it
(That gangsta)

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

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

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

make the whole block look like a fuckin' 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

extortion, it happens in the hood often
Claim lives than choices, free abortions
Nice says I got a problem with the dice
'Cause I put the to the Benz on the line twice

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

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

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

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

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

ran off with your packs?
(That gangsta)
If you bustin' ya gat
(That gangsta)

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