Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your bitch all in the Range
And y'all ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected like John and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz stick the niggaz
that weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
You can, stunt if you wanna, 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 and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in - hood
And sinnin in division you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz that stay home they scared to out shook
Mothers with five kids and all of 'em got
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} some
Even though we the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

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

Three]
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the mask
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all 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 shits is warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born tough
You or get chumped, punk or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
is real, that's why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like Baskin &
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin me because they owe me a
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

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

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