Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million chance
I glance and just your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine
And bowed and thanked the crowd in style
And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I have skunk

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke [unverified] and hand 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 niggas gettin' lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin' high

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Ha, now let me line nigga up
How you soundin' talkin' wit' my name, man what 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 some drink in, just for fun
be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum
You might as put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
'Cos the drama's for your momma, your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, the man ain't the man no more
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

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

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

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

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