Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' to Do

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

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

wasn't rollin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes that their figures
Ain't 7 in the jam, next the police come
Heist there would be one, numbers I would get at one

We come to the get together whatever
You wouldn't how deep it was, we all did shit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then 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 Town and shorties we run
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, enough for a Polish in com fair
I stare, at what use to be and think about
Who use to cop our
(Who?)
Our neighborhood father

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

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

I got more rhymes then the got folks had style
Since I to McDowell, wearin' boats
And penny loafers know I had the in mines
We use to hoop in my 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 music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Beat Box at them country club parties
be hot as hell and house stud would get, Find a body!

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

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 but sill have some on your shirt

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

I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tone
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home
HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap
You was on the shore by yourself castin' up your act

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

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

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

I'm out with my crew, nuthin' 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
Niggas be

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