Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the
And y'all ain't gon' do shit, soon 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 headbusters'll 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 that sell 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
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open mouth 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
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it about Suge
Niggaz stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's right in these niggaz face, but they will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the best of what respect, we get
This is the life, that was to me
A bitch that's what I'm fittin to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get crew if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck 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 chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
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, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

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

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