Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee find your body wreakin out in Reno
I the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
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 Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And in your division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
right in these niggaz face, but they 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, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to 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 notice this, what
We to blow this bitch
Niggaz hard in the game so they notice this, what
with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you dawg
That's how we do it now we 'bout to ball

Three]
For years niggaz me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your crew if you want, all niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
you gonna be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

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

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