Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

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

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your and name me
I'm runnin you out of you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And nobody write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A quick 32, yo them is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and roll a

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

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