Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

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

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

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

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

murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and you!)
Murder! (I don't 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 say they got a fast 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 I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I up
my rent split 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 and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn ain't friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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 want no of me
I'm to figure out how y'all started me
Make me her on the late night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six