Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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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
G-Unit move around wit pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to botherin ya vision
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 handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 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
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you probably of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
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 ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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