Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
Nobody likes me, but that's
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
up homie
For who don't know me
They want to me 'cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even tracks
They keep it on em, there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking head a Hindu
Look, I ain't nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold
The nigga that shot Dice when he to So So
The thug, pop shit
The that pop clips
The thug that went three 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

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

Y'all niggas don't want no of me
I'm trying to out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late
Pop wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty 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, who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas to blaze me once
In the hood be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so start none
You just a small player in this game, play a son

murder! (I don't believe 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 write about bricks and dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a 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 when I trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I 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 away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get like that
Acting like you all hard, you built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

Scream murder! (I 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 figure out how started me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six