Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

Get Low motherfucker
Bringin the best to the
Bluechip, B, {?}, what it is
JT Get Low motherfucker that's it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us
Now (what around 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 this
Benz Coupe, Maserati, I got your bitch all in the Range
And niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, hammer close behind me 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, Chip is a
Been reignin/rainin ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer 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 vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
It's 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, that was to me
A bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
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
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz the deally
So the music up and roll a Philly

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

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