Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

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

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck and leave 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 y'all me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen spark issue, I spray random
Not a nigga but my moms 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 style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 spitted on em"
"You heard shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you want none, so don't start none
You just a small 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 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 rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts I ain't 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 name in your rhyme, watch 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 again
We ain't buddies, we ain't and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get like that
Acting 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 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 fifth and off wit the six