Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' to Do

Check it on the one, you Com is come
Check it on the one, you Com is gonna
Check it on the one, you Com is gonna
And it out, ha

My do laps around tracks to the days
The idiot vibin', I'm the comma, comma,
I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray ray
It had maxed, I was with bitches had coochie

Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, harder than niggas
Hoes clothes that exposed their figures
7 steps in the jam, next the police come
Heist there would be one, numbers I get at least one

We to the get together with whatever
You wouldn't know how it was, we all did shit together
Eat up all vittles, drink your brew and then step to
The next cue, let's do it again,

That was when mad was tall and was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town and shorties we run
Play strike outs till sun 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 enough for a in com fair
I stare, at what use to be and think about
Who use to cop our
(Who?)
Our neighborhood figure

I'm out with my crew, nuthin' to do but ah
be rollin'
Ol' dirty bastard from protect ya
Ain't to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
Niggas be

Gotta make a take a leak and get some chops 'cause um
be rollin'
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats um
Niggas be

I got more rhymes the Manor got folks had style
Since I went to McDowell, boats
And penny loafers know I had the nickel in
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the

like rain drops, couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter will hit from the spot
Torla tore my shit down, get down, put your in motion
Only the strong but on the 6 or the 5

as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Wrong club music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Beat Box Ferris at them club parties
Would be hot as hell and house would get, Find a body!

Sawyers, I would go there, hip hop were so rare
I like the music anyways and it was always hoes
Was said to the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes
Is who I mess with, the best shit was troopin' to the

With your positions class crooked ass but still go the division
(I that)
Over Yamela's crib while his old was at work
Bust a smoothie on the spread but sill have some on your

I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah
be rollin'
Ol' bastard from protect ya neck
nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
Niggas be

Gotta make a stop take a and get some chops 'cause um
Niggas be
We gonna hit the streets for some and some eats 'cause um
Niggas be

I tuned BMX and taped Farly on the tone master
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home
Then HBK was the only station that would fuck rap
You was on the by yourself castin' stay up your act

you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin' shit
Either fight or break for it, we go to the and get full
My drink there was Boons and Red
I swimming in Avenlon and being in a pool

I I was cool with my Members only
And a bold wall to wall greens to get
The sport gray and palmade And soft
As we got older we would star and bang fags

Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff
And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would
I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the gangbangers and ain't nobody shot

I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah
Niggas be
Ol' dirty from protect ya neck
nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
Niggas be

Gotta make a stop take a leak and get chops 'cause um
be rollin'
We hit the streets for some brew and some eats 'cause um
be rollin'