Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

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

one: mc eiht

It makes me to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them rat bitches 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 off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang the pack
Fools smack, it makes me smack you right back
got beef 'cause eiht hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've packin
I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick in my pocket makes my khakis sag
on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak fill the fuckin
do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz the compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get from the stub for offendin 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, talks a g
So a to the k
It's your crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip ass
do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
Dash, the out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, that's how we runnin up

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

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

Verse three:

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

Nuthin but the (8x)

four: mc eiht

Hit the weights like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and taylors
touched down from san quentin
Hand me fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and
Board and about a hundred times
be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no
Fuck it, i'ma probation
No one gave a mad about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the of lb
thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right
The homey put me on a half a bird
it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on fuckin d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me,

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