Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like anyway
And I like y'all 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 shit I floss wit a lot for me

I into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle
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 don't stash tracks
They keep it on em, there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking 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 that nigga that sold coke, the that sold dope
The nigga that Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug that pop
The that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, 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 don't 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
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 nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I to hear "He say, She say" shit
he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get up
I do a Cali style drive by and ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause tried to blaze me once
In the they 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 none
You just a player in this game, play a part son

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

These cats always escape reality when rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit
it to them, and they 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 when I 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 in your rhyme, watch 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 sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed like
Acting you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't 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