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

[inspectah
Yo, a big time slinger named ty from
Had all the drug blocks on the westside
and dimes, sellin drugs of all kinds
But never seen on the in the day time
When it dark and the clock strikes six
If you standin on the block, you gots to face the
Prepare to be stuck, young buck, you wanna
Got to pay if you plan to scramble
Ty has spots, glocks, knots in the web for away cops
He had a piece named alice, she was no
Quick to wet a nigga who tryin to cut
But, yo, ty was no new jack, he that
He was marked for death 'cause niggaz had
He had mad in his crib
He paid 300 g's in the boondocks in
And at his lab was the '98 lex the rag
He never drove 'cause he moves in
A veteran in art of peddlin
No one could him or knock him 'cause he's headed in
The direction that gets his click filthy
For gettin paid on the night

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

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On the midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass hoe by the of brown sugar
Large as a blimp, mad wearin garments
mink coats 'cause she cut her pimp's throat
The ordinary prostitute, she got the u
Made niggaz back, spendin mad loot
Her style's wild with the blade in her
Slice her before you feel the first
Sweatin madison high-class bars
With plenty of broadway and fly cars
Swingin her to the labs that they rest at
Hittin her off with for her sex acts
And all types of merchandise
Diamonds, gold, fits the price
Yo, she didn't need no man, she had the hand
Walkin around with grands wrapped in rubber
For real, she was colder than steel
Millitant bitch with a and high heals
strikes, yo, the hoe was out of sight quick
And at night, back on the strip for the night shift

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

[inspectah
Yo, a kid named keith, he's a professional car
Cops give him props, his is the police chief
Model citizen, no jail
time, flippin on a stolen car mission
Roll up in parkin lot, find a spot
the screwdriver, pop the car lock
One pose, layin by the windows
Tryin to get the before the chop shop close
No acs, no macks, no and cheddars
Benzes, lexes, 50 grand and
organized to stop his ball
But he the fall to get paid and make a pocket full
Early am, he's at it
Pop the trunk, the alarm and made his way in
Then make his way out a doubt
On a route to get hit, with a large amount
For the shift

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