Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit pounds 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 make a ass yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

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I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This can get uglier 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 to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break 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 channel like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
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 handin 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 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 like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay
i go the college on the
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you now, back down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official
when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
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 but ya french fries supersized
it's a shame y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
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 well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
fuckin