Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I came into rap humble, I don't a fuck now
Serve like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
The bitch who 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 paramedics wrap your fucking head like a
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold
The nigga that shot when 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 painted through words make a blind man see

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

Y'all don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all 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 but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get up
I do a Cali drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start
You just a player in this 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!)

cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write 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 when I ain't
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 can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
say this 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 like
See me you see me nigga, one

murder! (I don't 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 figure out how started me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six