Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

* appeared on (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance"

"children grow and produce,
And men go work, and go stealin,
Everyone's got to a livin"

[intro: inspectah
Yo, yo, murderous tactics
In effect y'all, in effect
In y'all, yo, yo
Yea, it's all about, it's all
It's all about how you 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 locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all
But never seen on the streets in the day
When it 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
Quick to wet a nigga who to cut throat
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 boondocks in
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove 'cause he moves in
A in art of drug peddlin
No one could stop him or knock him he's headed in
The direction that gets his click filthy
For gettin paid on the night

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

deck]
On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a
hoe by the name of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad wearin garments
mink coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
Made niggaz come back, mad loot
Her style's wild with the in her purse
Slice her before you feel the first
Sweatin madison high-class bars
With plenty of broadway and fly cars
Swingin her to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with stacks for her sex
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever fits the
Yo, she didn't no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber
For real, she was colder blue steel
Millitant bitch with a and high heals
Daylight strikes, yo, the hoe was out of quick
And at night, back 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 police
citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, on a stolen car mission
up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
Tenants organized to stop his
But he gots the fall to get paid and a pocket full
Early am, at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a nice amount
For the shift

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