Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
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 want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
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 thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
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 part of yo
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get advances from grey
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 ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to 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 shame y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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