Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody 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 don't stash tracks
They keep it on em, there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't nowhere, so get used to me
look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The that pop clips
The thug that went from and a half to whole bricks
ain't in his right mind, going against me
My picture's painted through words that a blind man see

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

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

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I random
Not a pretty nigga but my think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say"
Unless he say she say she on my
no coincidence, niggas 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 front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me
In the they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't none
You a small player in this game, play a part 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 only wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I laugh, pa
I catch stunts I ain't trying
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 your rhyme, what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and away
Now a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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

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