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

I got to lose, I'm goin' all out
The deuce stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs up and shinin' the bright light
Nothin' better to do, than fuck the pride
When you hide behind badge, your gun and ride
Billy show me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the locs is in too close

Let me lay it on the table, forget
Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the
You got nothin' to lose, on choose
Stay away from niggaz bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you or break yourself
the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
Sword blade swingin' you back off
And the track off the real, off the Hill
What the deal

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

I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all what I'm
Gettin' in mental, knockin' niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, the brain
Ain't there 'til the rhymes all drained
All out my system, take 'em, and 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

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

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

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

I'm goin' the out, Smith and Wesson
You better me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be the pace
When you look up I'm and never left a trace
No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the of furies
get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got nothin' to lose so I gat with this

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

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