Luyện nghe bài hát Nitty Gritty

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

These judge mental cowards got they closed
They didn't see me up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin', on something 90 proof
From the floor to the roof I spit game to youth

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

Then never sleep again, just comprehend, playa hate
And ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
Never try to floss and show off stacking
On the low, that's if you wanna stay away the popos

Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous
Got their eyes on the whole of Cali
You wanna be a in this game but you gonna watch me win it
Trying to escape in four minutes

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

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

I my homie to give me a refill
'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on Porkchop
With the most of my mind
because a youngsta wanna get his grind on, fool kill that

I'm trying to feed my household, should I do?
To survive, I got to for you?
Increase the minimum
But you will never me happy
Huh, but a real keep it nappy

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

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

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

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

On the independent stroke or a conquer
I'm down with ya, let's put our heads and now we get richer
We got to get it while it's to get
Let's put it down, hit 'em up by surprise and 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 minutes

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