Luyện nghe bài hát Nothin' To Lose (naughty Live)

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How many gettin' lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin' tonight?

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Na na na na
I say fight you a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' more corks and don't get
Ya court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
And change your life, sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight

Must be the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's man
bein' understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the [unverified] and mix his friends
over here don't switch and bitch and bend

All eyes on a prize, it, and battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take tip
It's that nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
And bowed and thanked the bein' in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't skunk

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke [unverified] and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top
Makin blocks flock, have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors cop knocks

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How many niggas lye tonight?
How niggas gettin' high tonight?

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Ha, now let me line nigga up
How you soundin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, and there it is
How we dealin' wit' these niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

I some drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin' on of that red ass rum
You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' on your head
'Cos the for your momma, till your bitch ass dead

Let those chickens, I see mental picture clickin'
I know I only make it for the one-night
Phat, I take that because I was not thinkin'
After one piece of my dick, your starts shrinkin'

How many gettin' lye tonight?
How many gettin' high tonight?

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What? it, when the man ain't the man no more
We'll see which one of his men withstand and be the man in the war
All that rah rah, I send ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, I, I

those wit' the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha clipped
is what you kick but I know you better quit
You analyse my click then go my shit
Discredit's what you get, you bit

Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I shows
If it goes to Glocks, we didn't the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin' wit' the showstopper in this industry
For hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

That's Vinnie will be
shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
Sick of talkin' shit, niggas how we do
So if you don't fuck with us, we won't to fuck with you
(We won't have to fuck you)

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