Luyện nghe bài hát Beg For Mercy

G-G, G-G,
No peace talks, no white
No mercy, I'm yo ass

Niggas done heard about my how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra
You don't bang wit the best
I'll doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I He forgives
Thirty I let off don't curse my kid
They say fifty done blew up, you changed
you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin' eight outta on movin' targets
You run, you still dyin' my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I talk no pocco

Sticks and stones may break bones and the may hurt me
But I it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you by crooks
Sticks and may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for
Keep your eyes wide open, lookin' for it too
is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

There once was some niggas tried to murda me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in' plastic
This four has made a lot of guys apologize
(Yeah)
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they
A couple chest wounds will make a change his heart
I just my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' like a Cuban cigar
get it poppin''

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may me
But I take it like a man, you beg for
Keep your wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by
and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I it like a man, you beg for mercy
your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real here, you surrounded by crooks

I'm tired of you niggas with your may be
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary baby teeth
(Ah huh)
I'm in and out the clubs, A D D
(Right)
blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
(Right)
(Yeah)
These tellin' out the blue
So you hang 'em off the
At least have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the or hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood that failed in high school
(Ah)
You can tell I a long way in' my sense, home grown
(Ah huh)
That's why them little in the projects love me
You provide the beat for free, I paid my dues
I don't even for free
I gave 'em a break, flew seas
(Right)
But it's kinda to get homie sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a pole
(Yeah)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for
Keep your eyes open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you by crooks
Sticks and stones may bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it a man, you beg for mercy
Keep eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by