Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

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

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

[inspectah
Yo, a big time named ty from bed-stuy
Had all the drug blocks on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin of all kinds
But seen on the streets in the day time
When it gets dark and the clock six
If you on the block, you gots to face the click
to be stuck, young 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 named alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a who tryin to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for death 'cause had contracts
He had mad uzis in his
He 300 g's in the boondocks in jersey
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove 'cause he in cabs
A veteran in art of peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him 'cause headed in
The direction that gets his click filthy
For gettin paid on the shift

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

[inspectah
On the shadowy streets, there's a hooker
hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad wearin garments
Like mink coats 'cause she cut her throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
niggaz come back, spendin mad loot
Her style's wild with the in her purse
her twice before you feel the first
Sweatin madison avenue bars
With plenty of broadway and fly cars
Swingin her back to the that they rest at
her off with stacks for her sex acts
And all of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
Walkin around grands wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was than blue steel
Millitant with a switch and high heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of quick
And at night, she's back on the for the night shift

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

[inspectah
Yo, a kid named keith, a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his is the police chief
citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, flippin on a stolen car
Roll up in lot, find a dark spot
the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the dough before the shop close
No acs, no macks, no jeeps and
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
organized to stop his ball
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a full
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
Then make his way out without a
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the shift

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