Luyện nghe bài hát Work Hard

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

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is I see me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your spit
My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose
And I ain't want to take it but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to them things
I'm too connected like John 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
sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
You can, stunt if you wanna, is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and me
I'm you out of office you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy
Smokin a Swisher I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause in this - hood
And sinnin in your division you think all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with five and all of 'em got took
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 of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch that's what I'm to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put guns 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 dreams got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the lobby
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck takin the
Now we got corporate wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo shits is like warmups
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, or get punked
Save your lil' homey, fuck it get drunk
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
Most 'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I 'em
Shit is real, why I stay strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you be next, record labels, promote the rejects
While artists 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 the music up and roll a Philly

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

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