Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
Nobody likes me, but that's
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 I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who uptown
Coke price go up, cats is down
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't 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 dope
The that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug that pop
The thug went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his mind, going against me
My picture's painted through words that make a man see

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

niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how 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 spray
Not a nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say"
Unless he say she say she on my
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get up
I do a style drive by and tear ya block up
You through, be putting up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas 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 start
You just a small player in 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
why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say got a fast car
Nascar, wit a crash 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 lying, I sit Don P til I split up
my rent 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 of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure friends
The games you playing, you get killed like
Acting like you all hard, you ain't like 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 out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six