Luyện nghe bài hát Nothin'

[Tech
I used to press my Dickies Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, peso
Now want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you ass niggaz
I everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint the 2 on the 10
I'm vast figures
You bitter, mad
Wanna be class with us
How thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper on a monster truck
Ponder such, have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's
Inside of ya is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing,
All you haters in the game, lane takin aim
Aint a thang sane, I get it in
Want some drama? I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a
Suction beneath you
We just a little
All I'm bringin the bucks in

They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Big
On the it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to
And dump my at Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at Ms.
I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play
Then one night, We up with Vill
Young thugs dump
Nigga hungry for
Young jumped blood
Nigga for kills
Shit was in the field, man
shit was too real
Lost my homies to shit, man
shit is for real
But nigga, the streets
go hard on the hustla
All these niggaz lackin
So us niggaz suffer
Not for me no more
It's hoes in the
Since I smell paper foldin, man
I with Strange
Pour whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they me
aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet don't get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me
Big homie, Music
Resurrection, I'm

They leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with (Huh uh)
But aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Messy
All I do is sell and nigga talk bricks
with bananas and talk clips
Ride and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a a hit
You see them red chucks?
Yeah, I'm the shit
I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and lock up with you
We get 'em up
I still wear a grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack,
get yanked on
There's alotta hatin, nigga
Since I home
Anything a do, homie
It's Federal and come with numbers in the level 4
wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them
They could hatin

They wanna leave me with (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, (Uh huh)