Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

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

[Verse Nina B]
In your you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher I wish a bitch would
Listen and use vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors 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 because owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just stand on feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's time to
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
in the gutter mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My shipment too big, out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets lonely
Benjamin and Grants stick together like
Boys in tough weather noise forever, ahhhh

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