Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

Get Low motherfucker
the best to the table
Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is
Yeah, who fuckin us nigga
Now (what goes comes around)
I'm puttin clique up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you hips
And I want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me when you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and me
I'm runnin you out of office softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them down
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause I rap I surprise 'em
is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the music up and roll a

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke like Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't even mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together
Boys in tough weather makin noise forever,

Yeah mayne, it's real shit nigga and we nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is the money is at nigga
Fuck all major labels nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, B [fades out]