Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

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

Loungin' in my crib upon, now in 12
Lo-Lo wit the ham knockin' at my door
She sell shells by the sea shore
Payin' for the on that big ass boat

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

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

I can make ya speaker shake
Make ya break, now ya upstate gettin'
While I'm home makin'
That smokin' so much weed I start hearin' shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me clear my now