Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

Get Low motherfucker
the best 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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, is where 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 tool spit, metal to your side, you lose hips
And I want to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
For a small fee find your body wreakin out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz that stick the
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 on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

[Verse Two: B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and me
I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
a Swisher like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your division you it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to out shook
Mothers five kids and all of 'em got took
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 make the best of what respect, we get
is the life, that was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's I'm fittin to be
Brooklyn to Bangkok I'm to be
And don't nobody write, I'm spittin but me
B

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

[Verse
For years niggaz sold me that got me gassed
Made me want to get or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood we was tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
your lil' craps homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay strapped a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, supposed to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While starvin artists is closest to
And certain niggaz duckin me they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

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

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