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 day late
A short, poppin' more corks and niggas don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and your fat ass tight

Must be just the master
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 bitch and

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

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 when cop knocks

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How many gettin' lye tonight?
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Ha, now let me line this up
How you soundin' talkin' plain my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, and there it is
How we dealin' these frustrated niggas 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' on your head
the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? it, when the man ain't the man no more
We'll see one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All that rah rah, I that ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

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

Niggas get the and shit loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we didn't 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 will be
Lightin' shit up brighter a bicentennial, see we
of talkin' shit, niggas knowin' how we do
So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck you
(We won't to fuck wit' you)

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