Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that call
Green more, lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat 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 whole shop up and
Leave ya jaw to the floor, eyes wide

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

Yo kids, I'm no shorts, back and forth like 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 from your borough

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

Nigga I can ya speaker shake
Make ya break, now ya upstate gettin'
I'm home makin' hits
That so much weed that I start hearin' shit

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

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

Rhythem Blunt Cru, at the door
Nothin' but the rough, rugged and
Rhythem Cru, knockin' 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 beef with these devils
weapons, fuck askin' niggas questions
Leave torn, as the justice cypher born then we steppin'

All rise, parental 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 Roto

A fight, a fight, a and a white
If a don't 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 a big body bitch like Rage
Runnin' thru like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K. couldn't find no evidence

Yo I make the grade, now I'm crazy
Niggas watch me like muslims in the
World Center, represent the click in the city
Blowin' up the spot, silicone titties

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

Let me clear my now