Luyện nghe bài hát Nightshift

* on promo (radio) copies of "uncontrolled substance"

"children grow and produce,
And men go work, and go stealin,
got to make a livin"

[intro: deck]
Yo, yo, murderous specialist
In effect y'all, in y'all
In y'all, yo, yo
Yea, it's all about, all about
It's all how you live it
It's all how you live it
How you it...

deck]
Yo, a big time slinger named ty bed-stuy
Had all the blocks locked on the westside
Nickels and dimes, sellin drugs of all
But never seen on the streets in the day
When it gets and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to face the
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to
Ty has spots, glocks, in the web for throwin away cops
He had a piece alice, she was no joke
Quick to wet a who tryin to cut throat
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he knew
He was marked for death niggaz had contracts
He had mad in his crib
He 300 g's in the boondocks in jersey
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove he moves in cabs
A veteran in art of drug
No one could him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The direction gets his click filthy rich
For paid on the night shift

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)

[inspectah
On the midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the name of brown
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearin
Like mink coats she cut her pimp's throat
The prostitute, she got the power u
Made niggaz come back, spendin mad
Her style's wild the blade in her purse
Slice her twice before you the first
Sweatin avenue high-class bars
With plenty of broadway and fly cars
Swingin her back to the labs they rest at
Hittin her off with for her sex acts
And all types of expensive
Diamonds, gold, whatever the price
Yo, she need no man, she had the upper hand
Walkin around with wrapped in rubber bands
For real, she was colder than steel
Millitant bitch with a switch and heals
strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
And at night, she's on the strip for the night shift

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)

deck]
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a car thief
Cops give him props, his is the police chief
citizen, no jail convictions
Night time, flippin on a stolen car
up in parkin lot, find a dark spot
Grab the screwdriver, pop the car
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the dough before the chop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 and better
Tenants organized to his ball
But he gots the to get paid and make a pocket full
am, he's at it again
Pop the trunk, snipped the alarm and his way in
make his way out without a doubt
On a route to get hit, a nice large amount
For the night

"everyone's got to a livin" (x4)