Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

I came to get somethin, I ain't 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin bumpin
If you beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a today
Hey, nobody miss you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day

I got the burner burner, I come to and burn ya
Revolver ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin
See if you think sweet when your head open

Cross me, me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you fuck
I be out front your ass crib on a stake out
a pound, two clips and Chinese take-out

You make it rain, I make it lead
You say prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump
You chumps amaze me, the they raised me
You don't me then spray me

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for
Strap like it's legal, around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked niggaz anyway
They could dead, fall off a buildin today
Nobody gon' you anyway
No days off, keep the e'ry day

This is face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off I rebound
Like Greg Odin, Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip my wrist be frozen

How these claim blood and the books is closed?
How these claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his
And rip the IV out his arm then jump in the Prime

the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the come out
You coward ass niggaz bring jewelry out

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout
Child of the hood, I was put here for
Strap like legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never these niggaz anyway
They drop dead, fall off a buildin today
Nobody gon' miss you
No days off, keep the pistol day

You may have to that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
I think a screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm
with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n

Look how the change, bad for the system
on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, not for fame
The punked out, we're not to blame

These been perpetratin so long
If they can it rain, I can make it storm
He's a scene but I can make him calm
I got a N.B. that'll break a arm

I came to get somethin, I ain't 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin bumpin
If you can't 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never these niggaz anyway
could drop dead, fall off a buildin today
Nobody gon' miss you
No days off, keep the pistol day