Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All rise, discretion is advised
And be wise, one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just 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, line, top of the page
Loves to fuck a big body like Rage
Runnin' thru uptown like I don't got no
And Frederick K. Price couldn't no evidence

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

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

Let me my throat now