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 will you motherfuckin' mouth,
And change your life, we'll your life, and tape 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 [unverified] and mix his
Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and a million dollar chance
I glance and just your tip
It's that last nine and ninety nine thou'
And bowed and thanked the crowd bein' in
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 owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors cop knocks

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How many niggas gettin' lye
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Ha, now let me line this up
How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, and there it is
How we dealin' wit' frustrated niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

I bring drink 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 drama's for your momma, your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man 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
that I fly, I put that on the tatt 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 you better quit
You my click then go duplicate my shit
what you get, 'cos 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' wit' the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

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

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How many niggas lye tonight?
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