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

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How niggas gettin' 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, poppin' more corks and don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass

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

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

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

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

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Ha, now let me line this up
How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man the fuck?
Oh, you know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
How we dealin' these frustrated 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' bounty on your
'Cos the drama's for your momma, till bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? it, when the man ain't the man no more
see which one of his men will withstand 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 tatt on my neck, I, I

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

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

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

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