Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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Na na na na
I say you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a dollar chance
I and just take your tip
It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine
And bowed and the crowd bein' in style
And all these boys a while, truth 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 blocks flock, don't to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you closing doors 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' wit' these niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

I bring drink in, just for fun
They be guzzlin' on of that red ass rum
You might as put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
'Cos the drama's for your momma, till bitch ass dead

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

How niggas gettin' lye tonight?
How many niggas high 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 send ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

Serve those wit' the nerve to test
Step and get'cha clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better
You my click then go duplicate my shit
Discredit's you get, 'cos 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 in this industry
For hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

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

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