Luyện nghe bài hát Nitty Gritty

Oh, yeah, y'all what's up with this right here
No playa, haters allowed so not invited
So y'all got to keep distance
Mind your own you'll live
Yeah, me out

These judge mental got they eyes closed
didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin', sippin' on 90 proof
the floor to the roof I spit this game to youth

By any means, dreams of being a lot than poor
If you ain't your family, then what you living for?
You'd rather talk about the man, like a busta
Fool, don't me reach out and touch ya

Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't hate
And real ballers keep their on vibrate
Never try to and show off your stacking
On the low, that's if you wanna stay from the popos

to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalizes
Got their eyes on the whole state of
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna me win it
Trying to escape reality in four

Four minutes of funk, get off rump
Move bottom off the tree stump
Ladies looking pretty, city to city
And now I'm down to the nitty gritty
From the to the top, top to the bottom
Come on Bullet Loc and get while we got 'em

Gas or cash, ain't no ride
Felony got coming from both sides
About to it up and that's on me
Ready to it on, man, y'all gon' see

I my homie to give me a refill
'Cause I give a damn, they got me standing on Porkchop hill
the most of my mind gone
just because a youngsta wanna get his on, fool kill that

I'm to feed my household, what should I do?
To survive, I got to for you?
Increase the minimum
But you will make me happy
Huh, but a real keep it nappy

Yeah, so I with E-A-Ski for bomb song
When they hear the record they sing along
My business straight now the industries to be dealed
Soon as I hit the up with four minutes

minutes of funk, get off your rump
Move your bottom off the stump
Ladies looking pretty, city to city
And now I'm down to the nitty gritty
the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
Come on Bullet Loc and get while we got 'em

And if you say you can see me, it don't compute
It's like walking through hell with a gasoline kachi
I'm unfadeble with this and about to ya, time's up
I'm about to ya, it was nice to know ya

I'm with it to move 'em all, never be no coward
hitting your enemy until they fall y'all
And to my females never faking and paper chasing
Time is just too to be wasting

On the stroke or with a conquer
I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get
We got to get it while good to get
Let's put it down, hit 'em up by and then we leave town

Don't you the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the
To the end we in it to win it
Trying to escape reality in four

Four minutes of funk, get off rump
Move your off the tree stump
looking pretty, from city to city
And now I'm getting to the nitty gritty
From the to the top, top to the bottom
Come on Bullet Loc and get funky we got 'em