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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ha, now let me this nigga up
How you soundin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
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 some drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin' on gallons of red ass rum
You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on head
'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no
We'll see which one of his men withstand and be the man in the war
All that rah rah, I that ass bye bye
After 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 clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you quit
You analyse my click then go 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
Keep hittin' knockers the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy

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

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