Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

likes me
Nobody me, but that's okay
Cause I like y'all anyway
And I don't like y'all
all y'all!
My watch for me, my whip talk 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
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
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 don't to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's at me and see what they used to be
I'm nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug pop clips
The that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga in his right mind, going against me
My painted through 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 no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how started me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my think I'm handsome
I hate to "He say, She say" shit
he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me
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 small player in game, play a part son

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

These always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit
Leave it to them, and they say they got a car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I laugh, pa
I catch stunts I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I up
Keep my rent up
Get line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in 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 you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
We ain't buddies, we partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built that
See me you see me nigga, one

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