Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

[Verse Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, 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 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 like John Gotti and
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz sell weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, close behind me like when you tailgate
I you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my on that ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and 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 wish a bitch
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 ain't 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 just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm {?} some rejects
though 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 I'm beggin to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me
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 niggaz is ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
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
'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And certain duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, the Philly 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 grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and
None of my niggaz on the never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs like
Bricks and pounds of weed the city owe me
My shipment too big, frontin out the
I ain't even trippin mayne my never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick like
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

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