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 y'all anyway
all y'all!
My watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me
What up
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
Serve anybody like 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 stash tracks
keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll have the wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they to be
I'm that nigga that coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he to So So
The thug, pop shit
The thug that pop
The that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his mind, going against me
My picture's painted through words make a blind man see

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 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 fifth and off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while 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 fuck wit me get up
I do a Cali style by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause tried to blaze me once
In the hood be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really on em"
Beef, you don't none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, a part son

Scream murder! (I don't 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 write about bricks and only wit dimes
it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't
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 rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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 want no of me
I'm to figure out how y'all started me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six