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 fuckin us nigga
Now (what around comes around)
I'm puttin clique 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 bitch all in the
And y'all niggaz ain't do shit, soon as your crew spit
My tool spit, metal to side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't to take it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali show you how to throw them things
I'm too connected like John Gotti and
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
up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride
You can, if you wanna, Chip is a gunner
Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now time for the thunder

[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 than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a like I wish a bitch would
Listen and use vision cause livin in this - hood
And sinnin in your you think it's all - good
Got niggaz on (Death Row) and it ain't about
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
Mothers with kids and all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face, but they just will not
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
though we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, 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 write, what 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 this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this,
Underground with it, poppin now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns
Put yo' up, catch 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 to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in the stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them niggaz is ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A 32, yo them shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the we was born 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 with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I strapped with a condom
I keep 31 flavors just like & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all supposed to be stressed, scared to
that you gonna be next, record labels, the rejects
starvin artists is closest to sets
And certain niggaz me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a bowl of chili, y'all niggaz know the
So turn the music up and a Philly

Four: JT]
Yeah, roll the or Swisher Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro walked in the building, it's time to expand
with hundreds of grands and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Street is for the po' broke and hongry
of my niggaz on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, packs like Tony
Bricks and of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants together like
Boys in tough weather makin forever, ahhhh

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