Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yaself 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 never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing now is tools 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 flowers

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I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like 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 wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers 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 Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances grey agra
see record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T,
you match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
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 local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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