Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

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

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

Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and 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 nigga from your borough

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

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

Aiyo, fuck is shit yo
(What)
You hear that
(What?)
fuck with me, ya niggas hear that shit
Ya fuck with
(Yo chill, man it)

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

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

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

All rise, parental is advised
And be wise, one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the 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 rap like Michael Jackson those little wee-wees

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

Yo I the grade, now I'm crazy paid
Niggas watch me close like in the
World Trade Center, represent the click in the
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 on the wet ground
By the tray pound and these sick niggas from

Let me my throat now