Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Lose

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How many niggas lye tonight?
How many gettin' 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 mouth, aight
And change your life, we'll sell life, and tape your fat ass tight

be just 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 here don't switch and bitch and bend

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

Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand
Get 'em out of that 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 niggas high tonight?

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Ha, now let me line nigga up
How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man 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 in, just for fun
They be 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 those chickens, I see mental picture clickin'
I I only make it for the one-night stickin'
Phat, I take that back I was not thinkin'
After one piece of my dick, your brain shrinkin'

How many niggas lye tonight?
How niggas 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 that rah rah, I that ass bye bye
that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I

Serve those wit' the to test this
Step and get'cha clipped
Original is you kick but I know you better quit
You my click then go duplicate my shit
what you get, 'cos 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' knockers the showstopper in this industry
For they hit us the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy

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

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