Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

[inspectah
Yo, a big slinger named ty from bed-stuy
Had all the blocks locked on the westside
and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But seen on the streets in the day time
it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to face the
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna
Got to pay if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin away
He had a piece named alice, she was no
Quick to wet a who tryin to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he that
He was for death 'cause niggaz 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 never drove he moves in cabs
A in art of drug peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him 'cause headed in
The direction gets his click filthy rich
For gettin on the night shift

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

deck]
On the midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown
Large as a blimp, mad miss garments
mink coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
Made come back, spendin mad loot
Her style's wild with the in her purse
Slice her twice before you feel the
Sweatin madison avenue high-class
With plenty of broadway stars and fly
Swingin her to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex
And all of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
around with grands wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than steel
bitch 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 shift

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

deck]
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a 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 parkin lot, find a spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One hand pose, by the windows
Tryin to get the dough before the chop shop
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
Tenants organized to stop his
But he gots the fall to get and make a pocket full
Early am, at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the and made his way in
Then make his way out without a
On a route to get hit, with a large amount
For the night

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