Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
Nobody likes me, but that's
Cause I don't like anyway
And I like y'all anyway
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 into rap humble, I 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 it on em, right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug pop clips
The thug that went from three and a to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, against me
My picture's painted through words make 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!)

Y'all niggas want no parts 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 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, who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause tried to blaze me once
In the they 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 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 always reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit
it to them, and they 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 ain't lying, I sit Don P til I 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 away, you can get shot and carried away
Now a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't
The you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like
See me you see me nigga, one

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

Y'all niggas want no parts of me
I'm trying to out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six