Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga I can make ya shake
Make ya break, now ya upstate raped
While I'm home hits
That smokin' so much weed that I hearin' shit

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

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

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

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

All rise, parental discretion is
And be wise, 'cuz one who is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground Roto Rooter

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

Uck it, bottom line, top of the
Loves to fuck a big body bitch Rage
Runnin' thru like I don't got no sense
And Frederick K. couldn't 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
Blowin' up the spot, silicone titties

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

Let me clear my now