Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
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 than the 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 rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmark
Run, startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got long but if I did she be puttin my braids
find what club 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 on the tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and official gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
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 y'all still
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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