Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin
hype 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 house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the hoe

Verse 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,
Hold my and make my cash
Break this ten and a off in your ass, uhh
with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the
Fools talkin smack, it me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef 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 for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak the fuckin copper
do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton streets so don't try, nigga
You get slugs the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the in me

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

two: spice 1

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

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

three: 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 the jersey 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 nine gat and the cops, still know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the from 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 mouth 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 and drop a body 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 the sailor
Bailin with my up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched down from san
Hand me fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
nuthin 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 gave a mad fuck me
Since the age of 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 into key now they for me
in the trey on fuckin gold d's
Nuthin but the gangsta in me, geyeah

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