Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

* appeared on promo (radio) 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, it's all about, it's all
all about how you live 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
Nickels and dimes, sellin of all kinds
But seen on the streets in the day time
When it gets dark and the strikes six
If you standin on the block, you to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna
Got to pay dues if you to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, in the web for throwin away cops
He had a named alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for death 'cause had contracts
He had mad in his crib
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 veteran in art of drug
No one could stop him or him 'cause he's 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 shadowy midtown streets, there's a
hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss garments
mink 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
Slice her twice before you the first
Sweatin madison avenue high-class
With plenty of stars and fly cars
Swingin her to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex
And all of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, fits the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
Walkin with grands wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder blue steel
Millitant bitch a switch and high 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)

[inspectah
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a professional car
give him props, his pops is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail
Night time, on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a 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 and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
Tenants organized to his ball
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket
Early am, at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the and made his way in
make his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a nice large
For the shift

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