Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

* on promo (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance"

"children grow and produce,
And men go work, and go stealin,
Everyone's got to a livin"

[intro: deck]
Yo, yo, specialist tactics
In effect y'all, in effect
In y'all, yo, yo
Yea, it's all about, it's all
It's all about how you it
It's all how you live it
How you it...

deck]
Yo, a big time named ty from bed-stuy
Had all the drug blocks locked on the
and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But seen on the streets in the day time
When it dark and the clock strikes six
If you on the block, you gots to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to
Ty has spots, glocks, in the web for throwin away cops
He had a piece named alice, she was no
to wet a nigga who tryin to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was for death 'cause niggaz had contracts
He had mad in his crib
He paid 300 g's in the boondocks in
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never 'cause he moves in cabs
A in art of drug peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him 'cause headed in
The direction gets his click filthy rich
For gettin paid on the night

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)

deck]
On the midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin
Like coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made niggaz come back, mad loot
Her wild with the blade in her purse
Slice her twice before you the first
Sweatin madison high-class bars
With plenty of broadway stars and fly
Swingin her back to the that they rest at
her off with stacks for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she need no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in bands
For real, she was colder than blue
Millitant bitch a switch and high heals
strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
And at night, she's back on the strip for the shift

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)

deck]
Yo, a kid keith, he's a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the police
citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, on a stolen car mission
Roll up in lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
Tenants organized to his ball
But he gots the to get paid and make a pocket full
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the and made his way in
Then his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a nice amount
For the shift

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)