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
comin' up and shinin' the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the
When you hide behind your badge, gun and ride
Billy Club 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 to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your
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
Nothin' to
the fuse to the bomb
Nothin' to
to lose, time run out
Nothin' to
the fuse to the bomb

I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all I'm about
Gettin' in mental, knockin' niggaz out
Takin' pencil, across the brain
Ain't stoppin' there 'til the rhymes all
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 sting ya, run up and you up

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

I got nothin' to
Nothin' to lose, run out
to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the
Nothin' to
to lose, time run out
Nothin' to
Lightin' the to the bomb
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 smell the of what you stressin'
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the point
Expression, the tension over the session
The question, fillin' body with intention
Don't mention the profession, addressin'
The real in the crowd pay attention

I'm the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no
Only the will ever be settin' the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a
No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million in the city of furies
Don't get the twist, you or get the fist
I got nothin' to lose so I gat fools with

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

Oh yeah, Hill massive once again
to your record shop
Check out, we ain't takin' no prisoners
We choppin' off
And you at me, you better be goin' all out baby
is war baby, from now until the new millennium