Luyện nghe bài hát Work

Car sample
Hey, Butter, one of us, right
Work, uh, where all my
(Where them at?)
All my ballers, what? do it like this
(Get up)

Uh,
(Indiana, Indiana)
Work, Mag in muth, yo
Killa Castro from Queens, Treach
(New Jeru, Jerz)

Well, can you get it I get it? I got to get my blood
Known for slangin' yayo and part the lick my thugs
Fuck you, fuck crew fool and all that shit
Bitch, a new nigga on the premises, work

Ah, puttin' it down I knows to, what?
these hata's wigs like I'm supposed to
Whenever you act the fool and come and test
Get that AK slug through your

your dog, get bucked
Wind up and see you all the garbage stuck
Now you in the depths of Hell, feel like damn it ain't my day
Never looked my way, motherfucker

Don't your bitch ass fool as far as I can thrust you
Don't make no sudden moves fool and I won't have to you
Trigga Treach, he got his do
We in work from here to Russia fool

So what the y'all here to do, work
Huh, and it's on like motherfucker and it's on like that
I puts in work and it's on that
Yo dog, I hope you your strap
Uh, huh, I puts in work

how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
Colors and ganja like black auto totes for
Millies and macks never the pocket
his Phillies and crack how the streets rock it

Switch 'em, B like he fathered the system
Organized cinemas away from the prison
souls, lost rows and so on
Fall to the streets and so much can go wrong

meet crumble and majesties for salaries
Out of and goose downers introduce pounders
A lay loot for evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin' niggas just regulate they hours

or chronic, Philly roll Millie by his scrotum
Barrel X to G packs, never got along with
Like it was Favre and D backs
It's how rap believe that

Just puttin' in work and it's on like
Castro, you know it's on that, huh, huh, huh, huh, work
And on like that, yeah, y'all we gettin' it on like that
Puttin' it in y'all, puttin' it in

Check it, I get deep voice like
All you keep, naw you keep, forgot I got permit to
All you sleep, look at me, his face bury
I at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry

Work, hate funk shit, don't show up
up from the floor up
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight hold up
On the run, huh, it be bailin' in a Bronco

I be low from Rocko
In a condo outside of
How I about y'all poppin' shit
Like a port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin' shit

is me here, it ain't no other man
Always somebody's business like you was [unverified]
Work, nigga, I puts in ten men
Kick up dust than dirt, drinkin' more gin than Vin

Well, see no El Nino or ghetto
drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy
I puts in work, I in work and it's on like that
with them snakes and rats

I puts in work, and it's on like that
you motherfuckers watch your back
'Cos I puts in work,
New Jerus, y'all Jerz, y'all

Work, ah, ow, Indiana comin' on
Work, oh, what it mean comin' from Queens
Work, hey, put it down for my