Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

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

I never liked these anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a today
Hey, gon' miss you anyway
No days off, 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 jokin
See if you think somethin when your head open

Cross me, force me, go 'head, me up
I where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy ass crib on a 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 dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the they raised me
You don't like me then 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 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

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

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

How these rappers claim blood and the books is
How these rappers claim and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm jump in the Optimus 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 your jewelry out

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 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, 'em, fuck 'em

I liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, off a buildin today
Nobody gon' miss you
No days off, the pistol e'ry day

You may have to bring that, ain't trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't chicken
I think a screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm
Nice with the dice, six'n

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

These niggaz been so long
If they can make it rain, I can it storm
He's makin a scene but I can make him
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 here for
Strap like it's legal, ridin around
If you can't 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

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