Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' to Do

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

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

Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters, looking harder niggas
wore clothes that exposed their figures
Ain't 7 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 wouldn't know how deep it was, we all did together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your and then step to
The next cue, do it again, y'all

That was when mad was and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun and shorties we run 'round
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 gear, have enough for a Polish in com fair
I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think
Who use to cop our
(Who?)
Our neighborhood figure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta make a stop a leak 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 only station would fuck with rap
You was on the shore by yourself castin' up your act

What you could make of it, you was a they was takin' shit
Either fight or break for it, we go to the 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 Members
And a bold fade wall to greens to get
The sport gray and palmade And soft
As we got we would star crush and bang fags

Go to Marshals and change tags, I nuff niggas
And are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call
When I first got my way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers and nobody shot

I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah
be rollin'
Ol' dirty bastard from 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'