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 and adapts
to any environment I'm the comma Chameleon
I use to pop a willy on my blue and gray ray
that had mags, that is when bitches had Gucci
And wasn't Starters looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes that exposed their
87 steps in the jam, the police come
fights there would be one, I would get at least one
We come to the get together with
You know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink brew and then step to
The next que, let's do it again
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town as shorties we run
Play strike till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now
And the is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town
Talking cat down on some gear, have for a Polish and car fair
I stare, at use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our

(Who?) Our neighborhood figure

I'm out with my crew, nuthin' to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty from Protect Ya Neck
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin'"
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops um
"Niggas be rollin'"
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
2:
I got more rhymes then the Manor got had style
Since I went to McDowl, wearin'
And loafers yo I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the
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
Live as hot as sex use to be at the
Ball Club music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Beat Box at them country club parties
be hot as hell and house stud would get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so
I like the anyways and it was always hoes there
Young and Kenwood 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 sill have some on your

3:
I tuned into BMX and taped on the tonemaster
I took the 6 of the 28 to get home faster
HBK was the only station that 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 break for it, we go to the and get full
My drink then was and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avenlon, and 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 we would stalk rush and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff
And games are off the wall, in softball, one I would call
I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and nobody Chi