Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
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 outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
pop shit 'till 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 I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
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 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 gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin '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 long hair but if I did she be puttin my
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 fucked the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn 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 there for the rest of yo muthafuckin
and yo momma said, I'm to tell you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't nowhere
get a beer, get on the fuckin curve
dirtbag