Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long 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 break home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops 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 a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the 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 flyers for a party in a
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a start
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 of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be puttin 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 artists gettin fucked 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
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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