Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I came into rap humble, I give a fuck now
Serve anybody like who hustle uptown
price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even tracks
keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get to me
OG's look at me and see they used 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 mind, going against me
My picture's painted words that make a blind man see

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

Y'all niggas want 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

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

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

These cats always escape reality when they
That's why write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a car
Nascar, wit a crash bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit rims, I just 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 in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure friends
The games you playing, you get killed like
Acting like you all hard, you ain't like 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!)

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