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

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

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

be just the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's man
Motherfuck bein' understood, as we understand
You twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends
Niggas here don't switch and bitch and bend

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and a million dollar chance
I glance and just take tip
that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
And bowed and the crowd bein' in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I have skunk

Get 'em and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top
blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
I got props, I'm you like closing doors when cop knocks

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How many niggas lye tonight?
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Ha, now let me line nigga up
How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and it is
How we dealin' wit' these frustrated 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' bounty on head
'Cos the for your momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

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

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

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

get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin' knockers wit' the in this industry
For they hit us the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

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

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