Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Have Nuttin'

Niggas just can't have (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't nuttin' (Nowadays yo)
Niggas just can't (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
niggas nowadays yo

Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a bum
Cos when it came to profit, son I really gettin none
The motherfucker that you ever saw
They to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
Now I'm in the shit, a fly I was buggin
From robbing to stealin to dealin, yo, and muggin
Sellin in the high school halls
Playin it I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
I used to run the bridge with my peeps
I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for
I to roll around my hat and all day
for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
Stickin niggas for their if they're worthy

Made a couple of hits and we jetted back to Jersey
'86 And '87 was the
Had the Gucci hat, rock the raccoon fur yeah
Keep em in disguise and nigga ya blink
See yeah Saturday, we robbed another at the rink
The beats was showin up at my rest
Askin "Does a Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
The spot was hotter the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get the out
I hit the South just a bandit cos I was stranded
State in '88, you know that's where I landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin
I made it range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

Aiyo, just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Aiyo, niggas just can't have ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas can't have nuttin)
Niggas just have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Yo a move, peep the flav
Cos I'm a you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something ago as I proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford off Bushwick
Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the and
Damn, fam got to
the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
This was around the smokin reefer was the shit
But now the a little bigger
I was the first man in the fam so it's for a nigga
Had my clan from my building and my man from
Wit me we hit the jams behind 2-57
Mom's babysittin, on the hustle
54 Block was on lock, bust a

Game rip, niggas slipped and got greedy
me, another "rest in peace" in graffiti
But I couldn't resist a few and petty heists
Cos now I'm 'cross town in the
My nights are a little quieter but amongst the schemes for the fun
Where sons run guns and blow slums the bums
And motherfuckers care
I love the street game so I stashed the green by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was eager than a beaver
it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar
But I got deceased this behavior-type flavor
And do a favor, go to school and get this fuckin paper
So what's the cos now I'm all in
At Virginia State, now let the begin

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Niggas just have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
Nowadays niggas (niggas just have nuttin')

It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of
I'm runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown
Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, drinkin til we throw up
We're we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up
nigga so what? You fucked the holdup and went whatever's
Then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit
Gettin drunk, flunked in class is what's the function
Smokin blunts-in, son we need to frontin
We're huntin, Virginia didn't have shit for us
That's why we broke out with Dice and blitzed blue chorus
busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
The deal we was from styles we was freakin

But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to
(Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we handle)
And yo, something got ta happen or I'm a get the
We got the to this new style of rappin
skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot
Gotta go and blow the and show them niggas how we rock, what?
If PMD is judgin it, the cautious crew
Makin all money on that business as usual
(Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and wilin
They hit us with the digits to the in Long Island
So, we packed the Henny and my men we got
And never lookin back, how we thinkin nowadays

Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas can't have nuttin' yo)
Word up niggas just can't nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just have nuttin')
(Yo why they got me rockin on the microphone)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas can't have nuttin')
Niggas can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(Well now got me rockin on the microphone)
(Niggas can't have nuttin')
Niggas just (got a motherfuckin thing)
Nowadays (word up) niggas got nuthin'