Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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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 your life, we'll sell your life, and tape fat ass tight

Must be the master monk
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 don't switch and and bend

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

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

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How many niggas lye tonight?
How many niggas high tonight?

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

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

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

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

Serve those wit' the nerve to this
Step and get'cha records
Original is what you kick but I know you quit
You analyse my then 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 the blocks in your zip code
hittin' knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the 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 have to fuck with you
(We won't have to wit' you)

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How many gettin' lye tonight?
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