Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin
Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house,
1/2 oz in the house
My on the run in the motherfuckin house
Lil hawk and burn in the motherfuckin house,
And no love in the nine-fo' hoe

Verse mc eiht

It me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin,
my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in ass, uhh
Walkin a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the
Fools talkin smack, it me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef 'cause hype's a mack
And the age of thirteen, I've been packin
Fool I slang a gang of twenty
Thick stuff in my pocket my khakis sag
Always on the for the, helicopter
from the ak fill the fuckin copper
It's do or die, die
Niggaz from the compton streets so don't even try,
You get slugs from the for offendin me
Nuthin but the in me

Nuthin but the gangsta, (3x)
Spice 1 down

Verse spice 1

I am a g, yes I'm a g
Walks like a g, talks a g
So a to the k
your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, then you get cash in
Dash, the out the cut
Fifty up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up

Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman me glock
pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
Just a g, comin up out the bay a ak
Put it in your face to your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
me i'ma bank ya
'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin east bay

Nuthin but the (3x)
Ha ha, come on

Verse redman

it out
Oh my god! I cities like the blob
Droppin of funk and I blast a punk from here to cape cod
a job, my organization runs like the mob
The joe pex flex, redman bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to japan with
I'm from the jersey section and I keep it real for and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I
But I pack a gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! I the beauty from the beast
It's that funk nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me I'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the up, mc eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to I'm serious
The means I'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!

Nuthin but the (8x)

Verse four: mc

Hit the weights everyday popeye the sailor
Bailin with my up khakis and chuck taylors
Just down from san quentin
Hand me fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the and slang
and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no and dimes
But I do it, no
Fuck it, i'ma probation
No one gave a mad fuck me
Since the age of eight I the halls of lb
Pops thrown out had a big brother
Put on the set I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a
it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on fuckin d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin in me, geyeah

Nuthin but the gangsta-
Nuthin but the gangsta- down
And that's how it's down
how it's going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and
Nuthin but the (4x)