Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

Mic check one, and the mic 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 sell glock shells by the sea
Payin' for the guests on big ass boat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uck it, bottom line, top of the
Loves to fuck a big body bitch like
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 me close like muslims in the
Trade Center, represent the click in the city
Blowin' up the spot, like silicone

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

Let me my throat now