Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
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 to watch botherin ya vision
You and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and official gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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