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 comin' up and the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than with the pride
When you hide behind 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, stable
Freak niggaz, to slay to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz bring down your crew
it takes, you make or break yourself
With the or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin' you back off
And the track off the real, straight off the
the deal motherfucker?

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, across the
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

Y'all get the picture, just Mr. Excitement
Comin' with the thunder and
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz biting
So I keep the writing, for the fighting
Cold with the flows, they both 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
Lightin' the to the bomb
Nothin' to
Nothin' to lose, run out
Nothin' to
Lightin' the fuse to the
Come on, on

I'm goin' all out, 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 ain't missin' the point blessin'
Expression, the tension over the session
The question, fillin' your body with
Don't the profession, keep addressin'
The motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention

I'm the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You better stall me out, no
Only the will ever be settin' the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no
Eight million stories in the of furies
Don't get the twist, you or get the fist
I got to lose so I gat fools with this

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

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