Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' To Do

Check it on the one you Com is gonna (X3)
And it out ha.
1:
My raps do laps around tracks and
to any I'm the comma comma Chameleon
I use to pop a willy on my and gray sting ray
that had mags, is when bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rock'n Starters harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes that their figures
87 steps in the jam, next the police
fights there would be one, numbers I get at least one
We come to the get together whatever
You wouldn't how deep we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and step to
The next que, let's do it y'all
That was when mad was tall and was cold
The of Old Chicago and Fun Town as shorties we run round
Play strike till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now
And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew
Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a and car fair
I stare, at use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our

(Who?) Our neighborhood father

I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Bastard from Protect Ya Neck
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin'"
Gotta make a stop a leak and get some chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
We gonna hit the streets for some and some eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
2:
I got more rhymes then the got folks had style
I went to McDowl, wearin' boats
And penny loafers yo I had the nickel in
We use to hoop in my but now I dribble the rhyme
It's like rain drops couldn't our game stop
will hit from the SAME spot
Jamal had tore my down, get down, put your body in motion
Only the strong survive, on the 6 or the 5
as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Ball Club with by Andre Hatchet
Or either Box Ferris at them country club parties
Would be hot as hell and stud would get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs so rare
I like the music anyways and it was always there
Whitney Young and was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes Is who I mess with,
The best shit was troopin' to the loop with your positions cutting class to get ass but go the division
(I remember that) Over ya mella's crib while his old was at work
Bust a spolie on the spread, but have some on your shirt

3:
I into BMX and taped Farly on the tonemaster
I the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HBK was the only station would fuck with rap
You was on the shaw by yourself a say up your hat
What you you make of it, you was a gump they'd take ya shit
Either fight or for it, we go to the lake and get full
My then was Boons and Red Bull
I swimming in Avenlon, and peeing in a pool
I thought I was cool, with my "members only" and a bowl fade, walk to Walgreen to get the wave pomade, and soft brush,
as we got older we would stalk and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged niggas
And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I call
When I got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't Chi