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 us nigga
Now (what goes around around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga all you niggaz
Now get it

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

[Verse Two: B]
In your you can blame me but open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than Bush and
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think it's all -
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz that home they scared to come out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these 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
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm 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 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them down
Put yo' knuckles up, catch you slippin
That's how we do it independent now we 'bout to

[Verse
For niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the way, fuck takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships wrappin our bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, 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 me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the music up and roll a

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' and hongry
None of my niggaz on the corner never be
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke 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 pockets lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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