Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

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

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

deck]
Yo, a big time slinger named ty bed-stuy
Had all the drug blocks on the westside
and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But never 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, knots in the web for throwin cops
He had a piece named alice, she was no
Quick to wet a nigga who to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he that
He was marked for death 'cause 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 drove 'cause he moves in cabs
A veteran in art of peddlin
No one stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The that gets his click filthy rich
For gettin paid on the night

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

[inspectah
On the shadowy midtown streets, a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown
as a blimp, mad miss wearin garments
Like mink coats 'cause she cut her throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made niggaz come back, spendin mad
Her style's with the blade in her purse
Slice her twice you feel the first
Sweatin madison avenue high-class
With of broadway stars and fly cars
Swingin her to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off stacks for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
Walkin around with wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder blue 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 car thief
Cops him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no convictions
Night time, flippin on a car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
to get the dough before the chop 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
Early am, at it again
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a large amount
For the shift

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