Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

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

[intro: inspectah
Yo, yo, murderous specialist
In y'all, in effect y'all
In y'all, yo, yo
Yea, all about, it's all about
all about how you live 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 locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin of all kinds
But never on the streets in the day time
it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to the click
to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, in the web for throwin away cops
He had a piece alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for '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 drove 'cause he in cabs
A veteran in art of drug
No one stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The direction that gets his click rich
For gettin on the night shift

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

[inspectah
On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a
Crafty-ass hoe by the of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin
Like mink '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 before you feel the first
Sweatin madison high-class bars
With plenty of stars and fly cars
Swingin her back to the labs they rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she didn't no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than blue
Millitant with a switch and high heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight
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, a professional car thief
give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no convictions
Night time, on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the dough the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no jeeps and
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
Tenants organized to stop his
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a full
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and his way in
Then make his way out without a
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the night

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