Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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

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

Must be just the monk
The underhood, the under man
bein' understood, long as we understand
You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his
Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and

All eyes on a prize, it, and battle a million dollar chance
I glance and just take tip
It's that last nine hundred and nine thou'
And bowed and thanked the crowd 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 they owe, the top notch
Makin blocks flock, have to bust shots
I got props, I'm warning you closing doors when cop knocks

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

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Ha, now let me line this up
How you talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, and there it is
How we wit' these 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' bounty on your
'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass

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

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

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What? it, when the man ain't the man no more
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
that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

Serve those wit' the nerve to test
Step and get'cha records
is what you kick but I know you better quit
You analyse my click go duplicate my shit
Discredit's what you get, you bit

Niggas get the and shit loads, I flip shows
If it goes to Glocks, we 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' up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
Sick of talkin' shit, niggas how we do
So if you don't fuck with us, we won't to fuck with you
(We won't have to fuck you)

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