Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ha, now let me line this up
How you soundin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and it is
How we dealin' wit' 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 for your momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

How many niggas lye tonight?
How niggas 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 will and be the man in the war
All that rah rah, I send ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, I, I

Serve those wit' the nerve to test
Step and get'cha records
is what you kick but I know you better 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 to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin' knockers wit' the in this industry
For they hit us with the Hoffa or remedy

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

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How many niggas lye tonight?
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