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

I got to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin' into the night,
comin' up and shinin' the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than with the pride
When you hide behind your badge, gun and ride
Billy Club show me no love, you above
All the fuss and the is rushin' in too close

Let me lay it on the table, stable
niggaz, comin' to slay to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your
Whatever it takes, you make or break
With the wealth or the chance to in good health
Sword blade swingin' you back off
And the off the real, straight off the Hill
What the motherfucker?

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, across the
Ain't there 'til the rhymes all drained
All out my system, take 'em, and then I 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna 'em
As you I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up

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

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

I'm all out, nothin' to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, be livin' in times run out
In the present smell the presence of you stressin'
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the blessin'
Expression, feelin' the tension the session
The question, your body with intention
mention the profession, keep addressin'
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay

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

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

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