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 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 how you live 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 of all kinds
But never seen on the in the day time
When it gets dark and the clock six
If you on the block, you gots to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you gamble?
Got to pay dues if you to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for throwin cops
He had a piece alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for death 'cause niggaz had
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 drove 'cause he moves in cabs
A veteran in art of peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him 'cause headed in
The direction that his click filthy rich
For gettin paid on the shift

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

[inspectah
On the midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown
Large as a blimp, mad miss garments
Like mink 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made come back, spendin mad loot
Her wild with the blade in her purse
Slice her twice before you the first
Sweatin madison avenue high-class
With plenty of broadway and fly cars
her back to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she need no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in bands
For real, she was colder than blue
Millitant bitch with a switch and heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight
And at night, she's back on the for the night shift

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

deck]
Yo, a kid named keith, a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the police
Model citizen, no jail
Night time, flippin on a car mission
up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One hand pose, layin by the
Tryin to get the dough before the shop close
No acs, no macks, no jeeps and
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
Tenants to stop his ball
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and his way in
make his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a large amount
For the night

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