Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I came into rap humble, I don't give a now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
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 fucking head a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get to me
OG's look at me and see they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga sold dope
The nigga shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug pop clips
The thug that went from and a half to whole bricks
Nigga in his right mind, going against me
My painted through words that make a blind man see

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

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

I'm not a while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm
I to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my
no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali 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 they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted 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 believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

These cats escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I up
Keep my rent 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 and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in 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 killed that
like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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