Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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Na na na na
I say fight you holler a day late
A dollar short, more corks and niggas don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth,
And change your life, we'll sell your life, and your fat ass tight

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar
I glance and just your tip
It's that last hundred 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 and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top
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 lye tonight?
How many niggas gettin' high

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Ha, now let me this nigga up
How you soundin' talkin' plain my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
How we dealin' these frustrated niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

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

Let those chickens, I see mental picture clickin'
I know I only make it for the one-night
Phat, I take back because I was not thinkin'
one piece of my dick, your 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
see which 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 wit' the nerve to test this
and get'cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you better
You analyse my then go duplicate my shit
what you get, 'cos you bit

Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I shows
If it to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin' wit' the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the or Kennedy remedy

when Vinnie will be
Lightin' shit up brighter a bicentennial, see we
Sick of shit, niggas 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 many niggas lye tonight?
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