Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' All Out, Nothin' to Lose

I got to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce never stop, I to play by the rules
Uptight, you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright
Nothin' better to do, fuck with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, gun and ride
Billy show me no love, think you above
All the and the locs is rushin' in too close

Let me lay it on the table, forget
Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away from that bring down your crew
it takes, you make or break yourself
With the wealth or the chance to in good health
Sword swingin' you back off away
And the track off the real, off the Hill
What the deal

I got to lose
Nothin' to lose, run out
to lose
Lightin' the to the bomb
Nothin' to
Nothin' to lose, run out
to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the

I'm all out, showin' y'all what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, niggaz out
this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin' 'til the rhymes all drained
All out my system, take 'em, and I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who diss 'em
As you fold I'll ya, run up and you bitch up

Y'all get the picture, just call Mr.
Comin' with the and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz biting
So I keep the writing, down for the
Cold with the flows, they both quite
And let me take up, heat your face up
I'm goin' all out, the raise up

I got to lose
Nothin' to lose, run out
to lose
Lightin' the to the bomb
to lose
Nothin' to lose, run out
Nothin' to
Lightin' the fuse to the
on, come on

I'm goin' all out, nothin' to lose, you roll out
Sold out, be livin' in times run out
In the present the presence of what you stressin'
You get sent a ain't missin' the point blessin'
Expression, feelin' the tension over the
The question, fillin' your body with
Don't mention the profession, addressin'
The real motherfuckers in the pay attention

I'm goin' the fuck out, Smith and
You better me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never a trace
No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of
get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got to lose so I gat fools with this

I got nothin' to
to lose, time run out
Nothin' to
Lightin' the fuse to the
Nothin' to
Nothin' to lose, run out
Nothin' to
Lightin' the to the bomb

Oh yeah, Hill massive once again
Comin' to your shop
Check this out, we ain't takin' no
We heads off
And you steppin' at me, you better be all out baby
This is war baby, now until the new millennium