Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' but The Gangsta

Intro: mc

Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin
Eiht in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin
My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin
Lil hawk and in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the hoe

one: mc eiht

It makes me want to jack in the fog
Let them hood rat know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my and make my cash
Break this ten and a off in your ass, uhh
Walkin a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap,
And can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right
Niggaz got beef 'cause hype's a mack
And the age of thirteen, I've been packin
I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the,
Blast from the ak the fuckin copper
It's do or die, die
Niggaz from the compton streets so don't try, nigga
You get slugs from the for offendin me
Nuthin but the in me

Nuthin but the gangsta, (3x)
Spice 1 come

Verse two: 1

I am a g, yes I'm a g
like a g, talks like a g
So a to the k
It's your crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, eiht you get cash in
Dash, the out the cut
Fifty up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up

Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me
Piggedy pop motherfucker, em drop, motherfucker
a g, comin up out the bay with a ak
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig
Disrespect me bank ya
'cause I'm nuthin but a east bay gangsta

Nuthin but the (3x)
Ha ha, on nigga

Verse three:

it out
Oh my god! I destroy cities the blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from to cape cod
Fuck a job, my runs like the mob
The original joe pex flex, redman bitch you ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to japan jams
I'm from the jersey section and I keep it for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I
But I a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty the beast
It's that funk nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not
To a whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when bronx the biscuit
I drop the and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin new jersey, period!!

Nuthin but the (8x)

Verse four: mc

Hit the weights like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched down from san
Hand me that ass pendleton, uhh!
It's but the gang, thing
me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter a hundred times
be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no
Fuck it, violate probation
No one gave a mad about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the of lb
thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right
The homey put me down on a a bird
Turned it into key now bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on gold d's
Nuthin but the gangsta in me, geyeah

Nuthin but the gangsta-
Nuthin but the gangsta- come
And that's how it's down
how it's going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the house
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and
but the gangsta (4x)