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 niggaz on the run in the house
Lil hawk and burn in the house, geyeah
And no love in the nine-fo' hoe

Verse mc eiht

It me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for
Let feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my and make my cash
this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap,
And bitches can't with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it me smack you right back
Niggaz got 'cause eiht hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been
Fool I a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket my khakis sag
on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak fill the copper
do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton streets so even try, nigga
You get slugs from the stub for me
Nuthin but the in me

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

Verse two: 1

I am a g, yes I'm a g
Walks like a g, like a g
So a to the k
It's one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, they ass
do the blast, then eiht 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, handle
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
Disrespect me i'ma ya
'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin east bay

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

three: redman

it out
Oh my god! I destroy like the blob
Droppin trunks of and I blast a punk from here to cape cod
Fuck a job, my runs like the mob
The original joe pex flex, bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to from here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, duck sects I dissects
But I a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty the beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your
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 track up, mc pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when bronx the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to I'm serious
The gangsta I'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!

Nuthin but the (8x)

Verse mc eiht

Hit the weights everyday popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and taylors
touched 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 about me
Since the age of I roamed the halls of lb
Pops out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the color
The homey put me down on a a bird
Turned it into key now bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on fuckin d's
Nuthin but the gangsta in me, geyeah

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