Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You that I'm, 8 levels above 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 leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

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I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from 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 to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, rapper ain't 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 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 gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya 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
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these record labels got most 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 clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you goin nowhere
you gon' be there 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 gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin