Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
likes me, but that's 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 floss wit a lot for me

I came rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who uptown
Coke price go up, cats is down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even stash
They keep it on em, right in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking like a Hindu
Look, I going 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 shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug that pop
The thug that went three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, 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!)

niggas 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

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I random
Not a pretty but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my
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 putting up a front
I stay wit the Mac, niggas 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 want none, so don't start
You just a small player in this game, 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 always escape reality when rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and say they got a fast car
Nascar, wit a crash bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't
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 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 you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
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 ain't built that
See me you see me nigga, one

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