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

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

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Na na na na
I say you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas get
Ya court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
And your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight

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

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

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

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How many niggas lye tonight?
How many niggas high 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, and there it is
How we dealin' wit' these frustrated niggas in the
(What the was he freakin'?)

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

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

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

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What? it, when 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 that rah rah, I send ass bye bye
that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

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

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

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

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How many niggas gettin' lye
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