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 more
G-Unit around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never 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, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth 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
find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get from grey agra
see record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
outta surgery, flashy 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 love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we 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 nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

[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 supposed to 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