Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
likes me, but that's okay
Cause I like y'all anyway
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 bitches who don't me
They want to blow me 'cause the shit I wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who uptown
price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
The who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what used to be
I'm nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The thug that pop
The thug that went from three and a half to bricks
ain't in his right mind, going against me
My picture's through 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 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 while spark issue, I spray 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
It's no coincidence, niggas who wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style by and tear ya block up
You through, be putting up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to me once
In the hood be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start
You just a small player in this game, play a son

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

These cats always escape reality they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only 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 rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts I ain't trying
I lying, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my split up
Get line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried
Now a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and again
We buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get like that
like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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

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