Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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How many 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, more corks and niggas don't get
Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you 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, as we understand
You can't the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends
Niggas over don't switch and bitch and bend

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and a million dollar chance
I and just take your tip
It's that last nine and ninety nine thou'
And bowed and thanked the crowd in style
And gimme all boys a while, truth 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
blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like doors when cop knocks

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

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Ha, now let me line this 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' wit' frustrated niggas in the biz?
(What the was he freakin'?)

I bring some drink in, for fun
be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum
You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your
'Cos the drama's for your momma, your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no
We'll see one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
All rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
After that I fly, I put on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

those wit' the nerve to test this
Step and records clipped
Original is what you but I know you better quit
You analyse my click go duplicate 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 blocks in your zip
Keep knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us with the Hoffa or remedy

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

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