Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is down
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who for me, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on em, there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll have the paramedics your fucking head 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 that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug that pop
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 words make a blind man see

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

Y'all niggas want no parts of me
I'm to figure 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 spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my 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 Cali style drive by and ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to me once
In the hood be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start
You just a small player in this game, play a 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 reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only wit dimes
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 wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I 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 MC's that can 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 around and you!)
Murder! (I believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

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