Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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Na na na na
I say fight you a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' 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 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 and bitch and bend

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar
I and just take your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety thou'
And bowed and thanked the 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 Treach
Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top
Makin blocks flock, have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing 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 this nigga up
How you talkin' plain wit' 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 put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
'Cos the drama's for your momma, your bitch ass dead

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

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

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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 send ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, I, I

Serve those the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha clipped
Original is you kick but I know you better quit
You analyse my click then go duplicate my
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 wit' the showstopper in this
For they hit us with the Hoffa or remedy

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

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How niggas gettin' lye tonight?
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