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

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

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

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

I'm all out, showin' y'all what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, knockin' out
this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin' there 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 fold I'll ya, run up and you bitch up

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

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

I'm goin' all out, to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be 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 the session
The question, fillin' body with intention
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 be settin' 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 of furies
Don't get the twist, you or get the fist
I got nothin' to so I gat fools with this

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

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