Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' But

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

Mic one, and the mic check two
Rhythem Blunt Cru thru you like the flu
Fuck ya whole up and inside
Leave ya jaw to the floor, eyes wide

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

Yo kids, I'm no shorts, back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy, ballin' see ya, dark black Adidas
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 up in my nap sacks
Greenbacks, let me back and relax
Gainin' riches, bitches by kickin' the mere fact

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

Aiyo, fuck is that yo
(What)
You that shit
(What?)
Don't fuck with me, ya niggas hear that
Ya fuck with
(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, and hardcore
Rhythem Blunt Cru, knockin' at the
Nothin' but the rough, and hardcore

call Yopes, so I stay to bring the metal
To my job on 34th, I got some beef with these
Automatic weapons, fuck niggas questions
Leave them torn, as the justice cypher born then we

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 and a white
If a nigga win, we all jump in
Wanna be me, but you see me
'Cuz I don't rap like Michael Jackson those little

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

Yo I make the grade, now I'm paid
watch me close like muslims in the
World Trade Center, the click in the city
Blowin' up the spot, silicone titties

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

Let me clear my now