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

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

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

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all what I'm
Gettin' in your mental, niggaz out
Takin' pencil, across the brain
stoppin' there 'til the rhymes all drained
All out my system, 'em, and then I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who diss 'em
As you fold sting ya, run up and you bitch up

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

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

I'm all out, nothin' to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin' in run out
In the present the presence of what you stressin'
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the point
Expression, feelin' the tension the session
The question, fillin' your body with
Don't mention the profession, keep
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 settin' the
When you look up I'm and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no
Eight million stories in the of furies
get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin' to lose so I gat fools with

I got to lose
to lose, time run out
Nothin' to
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 your record
Check this out, we ain't takin' no
We choppin' off
And you steppin' at me, you better be goin' all out
This is war baby, from now until the new