Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

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

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

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke [unverified] and hand Treach
Get 'em out of grants they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, don't have to 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 talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and it is
How we dealin' wit' 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 as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
'Cos the for your momma, till your bitch ass dead

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

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

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What? Check it, when the man the man no more
We'll see which one of his men withstand and be the man in the war
All rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
After I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

Serve those wit' the to test this
and get'cha records clipped
Original is what you kick but I know you quit
You analyse my click then go duplicate my
what you get, 'cos you bit

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

That's when Vinnie 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 have to fuck wit' you)

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