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

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

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

be just the master monk
The underhood, the underworld's man
bein' understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the Treach and mix his friends
Niggas over here don't switch and and bend

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a dollar chance
I glance and just take tip
It's that last 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 tough and guts, smoke from and hand Treach
Get 'em out of that they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing when cop knocks

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How many niggas gettin' lye
How many niggas gettin' high

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Ha, now let me line this up
How you soundin' talkin' wit' my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
How we dealin' wit' frustrated niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

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

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man the man no more
We'll see one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

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

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

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

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

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