[{"id":1031839,"name":"Get Light","trackName":"Get Light","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"King's Disease III","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ladies\nFellas\nI know some of the most intelligent women in the world\nIs listenin' right now\nAnd all the realest brothers is like, uh\nGet light with it\nDay party to midnight with it\nIce wet like a fire hydrant hit it\nWhile the girls double dutch, I double my digits\nDice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas\nNew York, New York\nAll sorts of bosses who walk the walk\nLook how long the blocks is\nRuthless, close range, they shoot shit\nWall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses\nBourgeoisie, the mood y'all be\nThen it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be\nDriver's license and the face card, two IDs\nGet light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip\nNew shorty in my life, she my lottery pick\nAnd if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid\nCity Girl like JT, MIA to the Bridge\nGet light\nGet 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niggas\n[02:07.30] New York, New York\n[02:08.26] All sorts of bosses who walk the walk\n[02:10.49] Look how long the blocks is\n[02:11.96] Ruthless, long range they shoot shit\n[02:14.10] And party and bullshit\n[02:16.13] And party and bullshit\n[02:18.47] And party and bullshit\n[02:20.87] And party and party\n[02:23.29] And party and bullshit\n[02:25.74] And party and bullshit\n[02:28.31] And party and bullshit\n[02:30.68] And party and party","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get Light\n artist: Nas\n album: King's Disease III\n duration_ms: 173000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ladies\n start_ms: 5850\n end_ms: 8730\n- text: Fellas\n start_ms: 8730\n end_ms: 11790\n- text: I know some of the most intelligent women in the world\n start_ms: 11790\n end_ms: 14400\n- text: Is listenin' right now\n start_ms: 14400\n end_ms: 16430\n- text: And all the realest brothers is like, uh\n start_ms: 16430\n end_ms: 20660\n- text: Get light with it\n start_ms: 20660\n 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