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 gonna
And it out, ha

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

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

We to the get together with whatever
You know how deep it was, we all did shit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and step to
The next cue, do it again, y'all

That was when mad was tall and phat was
The of Old Chicago and Fun Town and shorties we run 'round
Play strike outs sun down but the shit ain't as fun now
And the city is all run down, we 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 father figure

I'm out with my crew, 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 leak and get some chops um
Niggas be
We gonna hit the streets for brew and some eats 'cause um
Niggas be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 into BMX and 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

What you could make of it, you was a gump they was shit
Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get
My drink was Boons and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avenlon and being in a

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

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

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

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