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 for me, my whip 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 don't a fuck now
Serve anybody niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even tracks
keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking like a Hindu
Look, I ain't nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what used to be
I'm that nigga sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The that pop clips
The thug that went from and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, going me
My picture's painted through 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 don't want 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 and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while issue, I spray random
Not a pretty but my moms think I'm handsome
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 soft through, be putting up a front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really on em"
"You that 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!)

These cats escape reality when they rhyme
why they write 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 stock rims, I laugh, pa
I stunts when 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 in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get and carried away
Now here's a of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built that
See me you see me nigga, one

murder! (I don't believe 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 her on the late night
Pop wit the fifth and slide off wit the six