Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' To Do

Check it on the one you Com is come (X3)
And it out ha.
1:
My raps do laps around tracks and
to any environment I'm the comma Chameleon
I use to pop a willy on my and gray sting ray
that had mags, that is bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rock'n Starters looking harder than
Hoes wore clothes that their figures
87 steps in the jam, next the police
there would be one, numbers 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 your and then step to
The next que, let's do it y'all
That was mad was tall and phat was cold
The of Old Chicago and Fun Town as shorties we run round
Play strike outs till sun down, but the ain't as fun now
And the is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town
Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish and car
I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think who use to cop our

(Who?) Our father figure

I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Bastard from Protect Ya Neck
nowhere to go, so I hook up with 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 brew and eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
2:
I got more rhymes then the got folks had style
Since I to McDowl, wearin' boats
And loafers yo I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my but now I dribble the rhyme
like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter will hit 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 Beat Box at them country club parties
Would be hot as and house stud would get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so
I like the music anyways and it was always hoes
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 your 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 spolie on the spread, but sill have some on shirt

3:
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home
Then HBK was the only that would fuck with rap
You was on the by yourself cats a say up your hat
What you could you make of it, you was a gump they'd take ya
Either fight or break for it, we go to the and get full
My drink was Boons and Red Bull
I remember in Avenlon, and peeing in a pool
I I was cool, with my "members only" and a bowl fade, walk to Walgreen to get the sportin wave pomade, and soft brush,
as we got older we would stalk rush and bang
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged niggas
And games are off the wall, in softball, one I would call
When I first got my way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody Chi