Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

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

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

I got the burner, I come to burn 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 your head open

me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you 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 your prayers, you in last hour
I you pushin up daisies, the coke 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
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 liked these niggaz anyway
They could dead, fall off a buildin today
gon' miss you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol day

This is that down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off I rebound
Like Greg Odin, Tony I be holdin
German mouths on my hip cause my be frozen

How these rappers claim blood and the is closed?
How rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a on his deathbed
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 wolves out
You ass niggaz bring your jewelry out

I came to get somethin, I worried 'bout nothin
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 drop dead, fall off a buildin today
gon' miss you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day

You may have to bring that, nobody trippin
Shit, is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
I think a 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 game shows, two dudes
Listen, not the same, we're not for fame
The punked out, we're not to blame

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

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

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