Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
move around 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
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
club you nigga, I never 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 these
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and put a dot on ya head like 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 wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem 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 pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my
find what club 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 artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
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 the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' 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
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy 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 better off wit ya stupid guys, for a coupe to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo said, I'm supposed 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 fuckin
fuckin