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

I got nothin' to lose, I'm all out
The deuce stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the light
Nothin' better to do, than with the pride
When you behind your badge, your gun and ride
Billy Club 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, to slay to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay from niggaz that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or yourself
With the wealth or the chance to stay in health
Sword blade you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the
What the motherfucker?

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' what I'm about
in your mental, knockin' niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, across the
Ain't stoppin' there 'til the rhymes all
All out my system, 'em, and then I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna 'em
As you fold I'll ya, run up and you bitch up

get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Comin' with the and lightning
Shit is frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the
Cold with the flows, they both quite
And let me take up, heat 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 all out, nothin' 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 a lesson ain't missin' the point blessin'
Expression, the tension over the session
The question, fillin' your with intention
mention the profession, keep addressin'
The real in the crowd pay attention

I'm goin' the fuck out, Smith and
You stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be the pace
When you look up I'm gone and left a trace
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 with this

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

Oh yeah, Cypress massive once again
Comin' to record shop
this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners
We heads off
And you steppin' at me, you be goin' all out baby
is war baby, from now until the new millennium