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 high as ever, more holes and more
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 to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue 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 shit can get uglier than the Master P
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
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 since Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
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 on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' 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
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 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, for a coupe to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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