Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
likes 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
What up
For who don't know me
They want to blow me 'cause the I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even tracks
They it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't to
I'll the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's at me and see what they used to be
I'm that 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 and a half to whole bricks
ain't in his right mind, going against me
My picture's painted words that make a blind man see

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

Y'all niggas want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop wit the fifth and slide 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
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 wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 spitted on em"
"You that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't none
You a small player in this game, play a part son

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

These cats always reality when they rhyme
That's why they 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 wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't
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 shot and away
Now here's a list of MC's that can you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't
The games you playing, you get killed like
like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

Scream murder! (I don't 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 started me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop wit the fifth and slide off wit the six