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, murderous tactics
In y'all, in effect 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
Nickels and dimes, drugs of all kinds
But never seen on the in the day time
When it gets and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you to face the click
Prepare to be stuck, buck, you wanna 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 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 'cause he moves in
A veteran in art of drug
No one stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The direction that gets his click rich
For gettin on the night shift

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

[inspectah
On the midtown streets, there's 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 niggaz come back, mad loot
Her style's wild with the in her purse
Slice her twice before you the first
madison avenue high-class bars
With of broadway stars and fly cars
Swingin her back to the that they rest at
her off with stacks for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, fits the price
Yo, she didn't no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around grands wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was than blue steel
Millitant bitch with a switch and heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of quick
And at night, she's on the strip for the night shift

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

[inspectah
Yo, a kid keith, he's a professional car thief
Cops give him props, his pops is the chief
citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, flippin on a car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a dark
the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One hand pose, by the windows
Tryin to get the before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no jeeps and
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
organized to stop his ball
But he gots the to get paid 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 a doubt
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the night

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