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

one: mc eiht

It makes me want to motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the meaning of a dog
Makes me to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my
Break this ten and a off in your ass, uhh
with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang the pack
Fools smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef 'cause eiht a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've packin
Fool I slang a gang of bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my sag
Always on the lookout for the,
Blast from the ak fill the copper
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)
1 come down

Verse spice 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 ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, they ass
I'ma do the blast, eiht you get cash in
Dash, the out the cut
bullets 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
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
me i'ma bank ya
'cause I'm but a motherfuckin east bay gangsta

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

Verse redman

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 like the mob
The original joe pex flex, bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to 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 don't where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty the beast
It's that funk deceased comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the in me plus I'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to I'm serious
The means I'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!

Nuthin but the (8x)

Verse mc eiht

Hit the weights like popeye the sailor
Bailin my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
Just down from san quentin
Hand me fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang,
Makes me hit the corner and
Board and quarter about a times
Don't be no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no
it, i'ma violate 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 I could pick the right color
The homey put me on a half a bird
Turned it into key now bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin in me, geyeah

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