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, all about, it's all about
all about 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 seen on the streets in the day time
When it gets dark and the clock six
If you standin on the block, you gots to the click
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you gamble?
Got to pay if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for away 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 that
He was for death 'cause niggaz had contracts
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 'cause he moves in cabs
A veteran in art of drug
No one could stop him or knock him 'cause he's in
The direction that gets his filthy rich
For gettin paid on the night

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

[inspectah
On the shadowy streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin
Like mink 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made niggaz come back, spendin mad
Her style's wild with the blade in her
Slice her twice you feel 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 stacks for her sex
And all types of merchandise
Diamonds, gold, fits the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber
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 back on the for the night shift

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

deck]
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the chief
Model citizen, no jail
Night time, flippin on a stolen car
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark
the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, layin by the
to get the dough before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
organized to stop his ball
But he gots the fall to get paid and make a full
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a to get hit, with a nice large amount
For the shift

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