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, when you steppin' into the night,
Pigs up and shinin' the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the
When you behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy Club me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the is rushin' in too close

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 make or yourself
With the or the chance to stay in good health
blade swingin' you back off away
And the track off the real, off the Hill
What the deal

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, knockin' out
Takin' this pencil, 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 diss 'em
As you I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up

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

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
Come on, on

I'm goin' all out, nothin' to lose, you better out
out, niggaz be livin' in times run out
In the smell the presence of what you stressin'
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the blessin'
Expression, feelin' the tension over the
The question, your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, addressin'
The real motherfuckers in the pay attention

I'm goin' the fuck out, and Wesson
You better stall me out, no
Only the strong will be settin' the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never left a
No worries, set you with flurries and no
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 with this

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

Oh yeah, Cypress Hill once again
to your record shop
Check this out, we takin' no prisoners
We choppin' off
And you steppin' at me, you better be all out baby
This is war baby, now until the new millennium