Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

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

All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar
I and just take your tip
It's that last nine and ninety nine thou'
And and thanked the crowd bein' in style
And all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk

Get 'em tough and guts, from [unverified] and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants that owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop

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

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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' wit' 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 well-a put a motherfuckin' on your head
'Cos the drama's for momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no
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 on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

Serve those the nerve to test this
Step and get'cha records
Original is what you kick but I know you better
You analyse my click then go my shit
what you get, 'cos you bit

Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip
If it to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
Keep hittin' knockers wit' the in this industry
For they hit us the Hoffa 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 fuck with us, we won't have to with you
(We won't to fuck wit' you)

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