Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the house
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 no love in the nine-fo' hoe

Verse one: mc

It makes me want to motherfuckers in the fog
Let them rat bitches know the true meaning 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 your enemy tries to peel cap, uh-huh
And bitches hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me you right back
Niggaz got beef 'cause hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been
Fool I slang a gang of twenty
Thick stuff in my makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the,
Blast from the ak fill the fuckin
It's do or die, die
Niggaz from the compton so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs from the for offendin me
but the gangsta in me

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

Verse spice 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 one-eight-seven crew ass nigga 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, nigga how we runnin up

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

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

Verse three:

it out
Oh my god! I destroy like 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 bitch you better ask
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 swap meets, y'all sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where at
Black, huh!! I snatch the from the beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not
To a bitch-ass whose runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pass the bone so I can get
And a can get blown when bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, from new jersey, period!!

Nuthin but the (8x)

Verse four: mc

Hit the weights like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck
Just touched from san quentin
Hand me that ass pendleton, uhh!
nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and
and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no and dimes
But I do it, no
it, i'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the of lb
Pops out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I pick the right color
The homey put me on a half a bird
Turned it into key now bomb for me
Rollin in the on fuckin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin in me, geyeah

Nuthin but the gangsta-
Nuthin but the come down
And that's how going 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)