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 move wit them pounds 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 tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels 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 only gon' leave you
So the thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and put a dot on ya head like its part 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 vest wit the green and red
I'm the last to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my
Niggas what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get advances from grey
see these record labels got artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you heard 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, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send to crib like 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 shame y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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