Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't 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 and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have 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, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

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I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find 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 artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine 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 love you when you
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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