Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

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

Scream murder! (I don't you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and 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 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 pretty nigga but my think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say"
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 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 heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so start none
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 always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit
it to them, and they say they 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 stunts when 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 name in your rhyme, watch you say
You get away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
We ain't buddies, we ain't and we damn sure ain't friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
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 niggas don't want no of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six