Luyện nghe bài hát Nothin'

[Tech
I used to my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, peso
Now they want me with cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go...
On you ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A cash getter
I aint the 2 on the 10
I'm makin figures
You bitter, mad
be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they come and conquer us?
Little Mini hatin on a monster truck
such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's
Inside of ya head is soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing,
All you haters in the game, Strange lane aim
Aint a damn sane, I get it in
Want drama? Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no a citizen
from beneath you
We a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the in

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

Scoob]
On the it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to
And my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the night at Ms. White's
I'm fuckin Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We came up Vill
Young thugs drugs
hungry for meals
Young jumped blood
itchin for kills
Shit was in the field, man
This shit was too
Lost my homies to shit, man
This is for real
But nigga, the streets
go hard on the hustla
All pussy niggaz lackin
So us niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no
hoes in the game
Since I smell when foldin, man
I rollin with
Pour some whiskey, Party me
Tell the Feds if miss me
They comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz me gone
Big homie, Music
Resurrection, I'm

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

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

[Messy
All I do is sell dope and nigga bricks
Talk bananas and talk clips
Ride around and kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles the flower on 'em
All that loud will get a nigga a hit
You see them red chucks?
Yeah, I'm the shit
Anyway I out, man
I hit 'em up and lock up with you
We get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the
They call me cause a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack,
Yanka get on
There's been hatin, nigga
Since I came
Anything a do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the 4
wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck them
They keep hatin

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