Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

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

I never liked niggaz anyway
could drop dead, fall off a buildin today
Hey, gon' miss you anyway
No days off, keep the e'ry day

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

Cross me, force me, go 'head, me up
I where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front raggedy ass crib on a stake out
With a pound, two clips and take-out

You make it rain, I make it shower
You say your prayers, you in your last
I have you up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't me then spray me

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

I never liked these niggaz
They could drop dead, off a buildin today
Nobody miss you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day

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

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

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

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

I never liked niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a buildin
gon' miss you anyway
No days off, the pistol e'ry day

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

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

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

I came to get somethin, I worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put for stuntin
like it's legal, ridin around 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 miss you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day