Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we 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 gotta it
Don't make a ass outta yaself 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 never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is tools for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit we start approaching these cowards
While we lay dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks 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 party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause 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 scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin '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 pardon 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 record labels got most 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 clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you probably of me
fresh 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, down
niggas to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
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
in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin
and yo momma said, I'm to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin