Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

Aiyo I'm just lottin' cuz I finished with that booty call
Acres more, lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat my man Big Stan 50 Grand
Blunt Cru, Black Rob in demand

Mic one, and the mic check two
Rhythem Blunt Cru thru you like the flu
Fuck ya whole shop up and
Leave ya jaw to the floor, open wide

in my crib upon, now in 12 floor
Lo-Lo wit the ham come knockin' at my
She sell glock by the sea shore
Payin' for the guests on that big ass

Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth a meter
Play it crazy, see ya, park dark black Adidas
Art shines, 'cuz I'm double, honies say Roberto
Fuck that, I buck that bitch nigga your borough

Well gats, at the smalls of my back
In facts, I extras up in my nap sacks
Greenbacks, let me back and relax
Gainin' riches, just by kickin' the mere fact

Nigga I can ya speaker shake
ya break, now ya upstate gettin' raped
While I'm home makin'
That smokin' so much weed that I hearin' shit

Aiyo, fuck is shit yo
(What)
You hear that
(What?)
Don't fuck with me, ya hear that shit
Ya niggas fuck
(Yo chill, man it)

Rhythem Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and
Rhythem Cru, knockin' at the door
but the rough, rugged and hardcore

Rhythem Cru, knockin' at the door
Nothin' but the rough, and hardcore
Rhythem Blunt Cru, at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and

Jack call Yopes, so I stay to the metal
To my job on 34th, I got some beef these devils
weapons, fuck askin' niggas questions
Leave them torn, as the cypher born then we steppin'

All rise, discretion is advised
And be wise, one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Rooter

A fight, a fight, a and a white
If a nigga don't win, we all in
Wanna be me, but you see me
'Cuz I don't rap like Jackson those little wee-wees

Uck it, line, top of the page
Loves to a big body bitch like Rage
Runnin' thru uptown like I got no sense
And Frederick K. Price find no evidence

Yo I make the grade, now I'm paid
Niggas watch me close like in the
World Trade Center, represent the click in the
Blowin' up the spot, like titties

Try to defeat beat, ya dead wrong
Too strong and got a 38 leg long
So fuck around, lay around on the wet
By the tray pound and these sick from uptown

Let me my throat now