Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the house
Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house,
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin
My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin
Lil hawk and burn in the house, geyeah
And ain't no in the nine-fo' hoe

Verse mc eiht

It makes me to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me to be a nigga, for hire
Let feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a off in your ass, uhh
Walkin a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches hang 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, been packin
Fool I a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the,
Blast from the ak the fuckin copper
do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs 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 a g, talks like a g
So a to the k
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip ass
I'ma do the blast, then eiht you get 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 with me
Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop,
Just a g, comin up out the bay a ak
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig
Disrespect me i'ma 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 cities like the blob
Droppin trunks of and I blast a punk from here to cape cod
Fuck a job, my organization runs the mob
The original joe pex flex, bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey section and I it real for ninety-four and
I can't on swap meets, y'all 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 from the
It's that funk deceased nigga comin bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not
To a whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
Now let me the track up, mc eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get when bronx 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 everyday like popeye the
Bailin with my up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched from san quentin
me that fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and
Board and quarter about a times
Don't be servin no dubs and
But I do it, no
Fuck it, violate probation
No one a mad fuck about me
the age of eight I roamed the halls of lb
Pops thrown out never had a big
Put on the set when I could the right color
The homey put me down on a half a
Turned it key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin in me, geyeah

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