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
Strap it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

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

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

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

You make it rain, I make it shower
You say your prayers, you in your hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke crazy
You chumps amaze me, the they raised me
You don't like me then me

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

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

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

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

Dust the yellow Enzo the Dalvins on
In my bulletproof Ac', who you on
the sun is gone, and the wolves 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 don't join 'em, jump 'em, 'em

I never these niggaz anyway
They could dead, fall off a buildin today
gon' miss you anyway
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 game change, bad for the
on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's out, we're not to blame

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

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

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