Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin
Eiht in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
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

one: mc eiht

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

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

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 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 bullets up in the nuts, nigga how we runnin up

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

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

Verse redman

it out
Oh my god! I destroy cities the blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk here to cape cod
Fuck a job, my organization like the mob
The original joe pex flex, redman you better ask somebod
Prepare to from here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey section and I keep it for ninety-four and
I can't march on meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still 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 in me plus I'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pass the so I can get lifted
And a can get blown when bronx pass 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)

four: mc eiht

Hit the weights everyday like popeye the
Bailin my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
Just down from san quentin
me that fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's but the gang, thing
me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter a hundred times
Don't be no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no
Fuck it, violate probation
No one gave a mad fuck me
Since the age of eight I the halls of lb
thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could 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 geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come
And that's how it's down
That's how it's down, uhh
1/2 oz in the house
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and
but the gangsta (4x)