Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
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 we start approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

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I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya 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 vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move 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 long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances grey agra
see these record labels got most gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
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 better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million studio layin my vocals

[50
in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
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 goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin