Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we 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 to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the wrong one to
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
pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, rapper 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 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 in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas what club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey
see these record labels got most gettin fucked like 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 in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we 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 but ya french fries supersized
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

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