Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

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

[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 me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they to come out shook
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
Even we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me want to get 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 long way, takin the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, promote the
While starvin artists is to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit more heat, than a of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Swisher
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz just on your feet
Figgaro walked in the building, it's time to expand
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and hongry
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the mayne, coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city 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 weather makin noise forever,

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