Luyện nghe bài hát Nothin'

[Tech
I used to press my Dickies Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin
Now they want me with cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the go...
On you hatin ass
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash
I puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast
You bitter, mad
Wanna be class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and us?
Little Mini Cooper on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like bassin
Boom, Bing,
All you haters in the game, lane takin aim
a damn thang sane, I get it in
Want some Well I can fit it in
We can it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from you
We a little dust'n
All because I'm bringin the in

They wanna me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, (Uh huh)

Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run the cops
I used to cop and used to
And my rocks at Ms. Scott's
And on the night at Ms. White's
I'm with Will, We used to play fight
Then one night, We up with Vill
Young thugs dump
hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped
itchin for kills
Shit was in the field, man
This was too real
my homies to this shit, man
This shit is for
But nigga, the streets
They go on the hustla
All these pussy niggaz
So us real niggaz
Not for me no more
It's in the game
Since I smell paper foldin, man
I rollin with
some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the if they miss me
They aint for me now
Then nigga, Bet they get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz me gone
Big homie, Music
Resurrection, I'm

They wanna leave me with (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint about nothin (Huh uh)
So I trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[Messy
All I do is sell dope and talk bricks
with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a a hit
You see them red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the
I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and I'll lock up you
We get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 the bottom
They call me cause a nigga got 'em
Click-Clack,
get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin,
Since I home
Anything a do, homie
It's Federal and with football numbers in the level 4
wanna bee a nigga dead, man
But nathin, Tech fuck muthafuckaz
They could hatin

They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about (Huh uh)
So I aint on nothin (Huh uh)
They to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)