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, more and more cheddar
G-Unit around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she 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
as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mac
get advances grey agra
see these labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
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 bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different
in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't nowhere
you gon' fuckin be for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm to tell 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
dirtbag