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 you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' more and niggas don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth,
And change your life, we'll sell life, and tape your fat ass tight

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and a million dollar chance
I and just take your tip
It's that last nine and ninety nine thou'
And and thanked the crowd bein' in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and Treach
Get 'em out of grants that owe, the top notch
blocks flock, don't 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 many niggas gettin' tonight?

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

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

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

How many niggas lye tonight?
How many niggas high tonight?

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What? Check it, when the man 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 nerve to this
Step and get'cha clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you quit
You analyse my click go duplicate my shit
Discredit's you get, 'cos you bit

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

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

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How many niggas lye tonight?
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