Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

"children grow and 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, all about, it's all about
It's all about how you it
It's all about how you it
How you it...

[inspectah
Yo, a big time slinger named ty from
Had all the drug locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all
But never on the streets in the day time
When it dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to face the
Prepare to be stuck, buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay dues if you to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away
He had a piece named alice, she was no
to wet a nigga who tryin 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 in jersey
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 direction that gets his click rich
For paid on the night shift

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

[inspectah
On the midtown 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 prostitute, she got the power u
niggaz come back, spendin mad loot
Her style's wild with the blade in her
her twice before you feel the first
Sweatin madison high-class bars
With plenty of broadway stars and fly
Swingin her back to the that 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 need no man, she had the upper
Walkin around with grands in rubber bands
For real, she was than blue steel
Millitant bitch with a switch and high
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)

[inspectah
Yo, a kid keith, he's a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail
time, flippin on a stolen car mission
Roll up in lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One hand pose, layin by the
Tryin to get the dough before the chop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
Tenants to stop his ball
But he gots the to get paid and make a pocket full
Early am, he's at it
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the shift

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