Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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Na na na na
I say you holler a quarter day late
A dollar short, poppin' more corks and don't 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 just the master
The underhood, the underworld's man
Motherfuck bein' understood, as we understand
You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his
Niggas over here don't switch and and bend

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

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants that owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors cop knocks

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How many niggas lye tonight?
How many niggas high 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' these frustrated niggas in the
(What the was he freakin'?)

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

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

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

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What? Check it, the man ain't the man no more
see which 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

Serve wit' 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 duplicate my
Discredit's what you get, you bit

get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we have the blocks in your zip code
Keep knockers 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
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 have to wit' you)

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