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

I got to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the
Uptight, you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright
Nothin' better to do, than with the pride
you hide 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, stable
Freak niggaz, comin' to to the label
You got nothin' to lose, on choose
away from 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 you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the
the deal motherfucker?

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

I'm all out, showin' y'all what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, niggaz 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 fold I'll sting ya, run up and you up

get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Comin' with the thunder and
is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they quite exciting
And let me space up, heat 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
Nothin' to
the fuse 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, feelin' the tension over the
The question, fillin' your body with
mention the profession, keep addressin'
The real in the crowd pay attention

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

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
the fuse to the bomb

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