Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

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

deck]
Yo, a big slinger named ty from bed-stuy
Had all the drug locked on the westside
and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But never on the streets in the day time
it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you to face the click
to be stuck, young buck, you wanna gamble?
Got to pay if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, in the web for throwin away cops
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 that
He was marked for death 'cause niggaz had
He had mad uzis in his
He paid 300 g's in the in jersey
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove 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 his click filthy rich
For paid on the night shift

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

[inspectah
On the shadowy midtown streets, a hooker
hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad wearin garments
Like mink coats 'cause she cut her throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made come back, spendin mad loot
Her style's wild with the in her purse
Slice her before you feel the first
Sweatin avenue high-class bars
With plenty of stars and fly cars
Swingin her back to the labs they rest at
Hittin her off with for her sex acts
And all types of merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the
Yo, she didn't no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than blue
Millitant bitch with a switch and high
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight
And at night, she's back on the strip for the night

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

[inspectah
Yo, a kid named keith, 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 parkin lot, find a spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the dough the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
Tenants organized to stop his
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a pocket
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
make his way out without a doubt
On a to get hit, with a nice large amount
For the night

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