Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
Nobody likes me, but okay
I don't like y'all anyway
And I don't y'all anyway
all y'all!
My watch for me, my whip talk for me
My gat for me
up homie
For who don't know me
They want to blow me the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't a fuck now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass
When I like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they to be
I'm nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The that pop clips
The that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, against me
My picture's painted through words that a blind man see

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck and leave you!)
Murder! (I believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

Y'all niggas don't no parts of me
I'm trying to out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I random
Not a pretty nigga but my think I'm handsome
I to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my
no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause tried to blaze me once
In the hood be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't none, so don't start none
You just a small player in game, play a part son

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and you!)
Murder! (I don't you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't
I lying, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent up
Get line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and away
Now here's a list of MC's can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed like
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built that
See me you see me nigga, one

Scream murder! (I don't you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and you!)
Murder! (I believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

Y'all niggas don't no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all me
Make me catch her on the late
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six