Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[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 enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's home from college fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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