Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, move startin a
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get advances grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the wit weed smoke and official gear
when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, positive
aight well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
dirtbag