Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
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 yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is 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 break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
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 aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
You and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
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 puttin my
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these 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 and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million 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 momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin
aight I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
dirtbag