Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

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

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

[inspectah
Yo, a big time slinger named ty bed-stuy
Had all the blocks locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all
But never on the streets in the day time
When it gets dark and the strikes six
If you standin on the block, you to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away
He had a named alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for 'cause niggaz had contracts
He had mad uzis in his
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 stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The that gets his click filthy rich
For paid on the night shift

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

deck]
On the shadowy streets, there's a hooker
hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss garments
mink coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
Made niggaz come back, mad loot
Her style's wild with the blade in her
Slice her twice before you the first
Sweatin madison avenue high-class
plenty of broadway stars and fly cars
Swingin her back to the that they rest at
Hittin her off with for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, fits the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the upper
Walkin around with grands in rubber bands
For real, she was colder blue steel
Millitant bitch with a and high heals
strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
And at night, she's back on the strip for the night

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

[inspectah
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a professional car
give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no convictions
Night time, flippin on a car mission
Roll up in lot, find a dark spot
the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, layin by the
Tryin to get the dough before the chop close
No acs, no macks, no jeeps and
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
Tenants organized to stop his
But he the fall to get paid and make a pocket full
Early am, at it again
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
make his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the night

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