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

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

Let me lay it on the table, stable
Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the
You got nothin' to lose, on choose
Stay away niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or 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
the deal motherfucker?

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

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

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

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

I'm goin' the fuck out, Smith and
You stall me out, no extension
Only the will ever be settin' the pace
When you look up I'm gone and left a trace
No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the of furies
Don't get the twist, you listen or get the
I got to lose so I gat fools with this

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 once again
Comin' to your shop
Check this out, we takin' no prisoners
We heads off
And you steppin' at me, you better be all out baby
is war baby, from now until the new millennium