Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

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 wide

Loungin' in my upon, now in 12 floor
wit the ham come knockin' at my door
She sell glock shells by the sea
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, park dark Adidas
Art shines, I'm double, Spanish honies say Roberto
Fuck that, I buck that bitch from your borough

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

Nigga I can make ya speaker
Make ya break, now ya gettin' raped
I'm home makin' hits
That smokin' so much weed that I start hearin'

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

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

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

Jack call Yopes, so I stay to the metal
To my job on 34th, I got some beef with devils
Automatic weapons, askin' 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 buddah by the mic, just a barracuda
the Cru to the ground like 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 like Michael Jackson those wee-wees

Uck it, bottom line, top of the
to fuck a big body bitch like Rage
Runnin' thru like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K. Price couldn't no evidence

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

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

Let me clear my now