Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I came rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even stash
They keep it on em, right in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap fucking head like 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 shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The thug pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole
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 and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't 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 night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six

I'm not a while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms I'm handsome
I hate to "He say, She say" shit
he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a style 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 hood they be like, "Damn, 50 spitted on em"
"You heard shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't none, so don't start none
You just a player in this game, play a part son

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

These cats always escape reality they rhyme
why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch when 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 in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and away
Now here's a list of that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get like that
like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

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