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 it is motherfucker
Yeah, who with us nigga
Now (what goes around around)
I'm puttin this up nigga against all you niggaz
Now get it

One: Bluechip]
Hey yo, this is where I see me in game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your all in the Range
And y'all niggaz gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too like John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that weight, and niggaz that stick the niggaz
that sell weight, 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 on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the

[Verse Nina 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 I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
that stay home they scared to come out shook
Mothers five 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 cheatin {?} rejects
Even though we make the best of little respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A bitch that's 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
work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so notice this, what
Underground it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it independent now we to ball

[Verse
For years sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the in the lobby stashed
Get your if you want, all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, takin the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It ain't in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
'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 now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While starvin is closest to sets
And niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the music up and a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't trippin while you niggaz stand on your feet
done walked in the building, it's time to expand
Comin with of grands and hundreds 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 packs Tony
Bricks and pounds of half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin mayne my pockets never
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

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