Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

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

I never these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, off a buildin today
Hey, nobody gon' you anyway
No days off, keep the e'ry day

I got the burner burner, I to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder
I ain't I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think sweet 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 on a stake out
With a pound, two clips and take-out

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

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 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

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

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

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

Dust the Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bulletproof Ac', who you on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves out
You coward ass niggaz your jewelry out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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