Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

Aiyo I'm just lottin' cuz I finished with that booty 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 thru you like the flu
Fuck ya whole shop up and
Leave ya jaw to the floor, eyes open

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

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

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

Nigga I can make ya speaker
ya break, now ya upstate gettin' raped
While I'm home hits
That smokin' so much weed that I start shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me my throat now