Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

"children and women produce,
And men go work, and go stealin,
got to make a livin"

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

deck]
Yo, a big time named ty from bed-stuy
Had all the drug locked on the westside
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, young buck, you gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin cops
He had a named alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he that
He was marked for death niggaz had contracts
He had mad in his crib
He 300 g's in the boondocks in jersey
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove 'cause he moves in
A in art of drug peddlin
No one could stop him or him 'cause he's headed in
The direction that his click filthy rich
For gettin 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 wearin
Like coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
Made niggaz back, spendin mad loot
Her wild with the blade in her purse
Slice her twice before you feel the
madison avenue high-class bars
With plenty of broadway stars and fly
Swingin her back to the labs that rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex
And all types of merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the
Yo, she didn't no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than steel
Millitant with a switch and high heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight
And at night, she's on the strip for the night shift

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

deck]
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a professional car
give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail
Night time, on a stolen car mission
up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One hand pose, layin by the
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 fall to get paid and a pocket full
Early am, he's at it
Pop the trunk, snipped the and made his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a nice amount
For the shift

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