Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' to Do

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

My raps do laps tracks to the days
The vibin', I'm the comma, comma, Chameleon
I use to pop the on my blue and gray sting ray
It had maxed, I was bitches that had coochie

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

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

That was when mad was tall and phat was
The days of Old and Fun Town and shorties we run 'round
Play strike outs till sun down but the ain't as fun now
And the city is all run down, we troop to Jew Town

Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a in com 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
be rollin'
Ol' dirty bastard protect ya neck
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe I
be rollin'

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

I got rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
Since I to McDowell, wearin' boats
And penny loafers know I had the nickel in
We use to hoop in my yard but now I the rhyme

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

Live as hot as sex use to be at the
Wrong club with music by Hatchet
Or either Box Ferris at them country 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 held class crooked ass but still go the division
(I that)
Over Yamela's while his old girl was at work
Bust a smoothie on the spread but have some on your shirt

I'm out my crew, ain't nuthin' 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 and get some chops 'cause um
be rollin'
We gonna hit the for some brew and some eats 'cause um
be rollin'

I into BMX and taped Farly on the tone master
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get faster
Then HBK was the station that would fuck with rap
You was on the shore by yourself stay up your act

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

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

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

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

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