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 tracks and adapts
to any I'm the comma comma Chameleon
I use to pop a on my blue and gray sting ray
that had mags, that is bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rock'n looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes exposed their figures
87 in the jam, next the police come
there would be one, numbers I would get at least one
We to the get together with whatever
You wouldn't know how we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, your brew and then step to
The next que, let's do it again
That was when mad was tall and phat was
The days of Old 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, enough for a Polish and car fair
I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think 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' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya
nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin'"
Gotta make a stop take a and get some chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats um
"Niggas be rollin'"
2:
I got more then the Manor got folks had style
Since I went to McDowl, boats
And loafers yo I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I the rhyme
It's rain drops couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter hit from the SAME spot
Jamal had tore my shit down, get down, put body in motion
Only the survive, whether on the 6 or the 5
as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Ball with music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Box Ferris at them country club parties
be hot as hell and house stud would get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I go there, hip hop clubs were so rare
I like the music anyways and it was hoes there
Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks but mostly High and V hoes Is who I mess with,
The best shit was troopin' to the loop with positions cutting class to get ass but still go the division
(I remember that) Over ya mella's crib while his old girl was at
Bust a on the spread, but sill have some on your shirt

3:
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get faster
Then HBK was the only station that would fuck rap
You was on the shaw by yourself a say up your hat
What you could you make of it, you was a gump take ya shit
Either or break for it, we go to the lake and get full
My drink was Boons and Red Bull
I remember 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 sportin wave pomade, and brush,
as we got we would stalk rush and bang fags
Go to and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would
When I got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the gangbangers, and ain't nobody Chi