Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and 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 skunk

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and Treach
Get 'em out of grants they 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 niggas gettin' lye
How niggas gettin' high tonight?

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

I bring some drink in, 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 momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? it, when 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 on my neck, capital I, I

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

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How niggas gettin' lye tonight?
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