Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't alive forever
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them 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 outta yaself tryin to me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is gon' leave you smoke
So the only left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
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 to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper 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 to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest 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 gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be my braids
Niggas find what they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo 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 wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to 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, for liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin 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 studio layin my vocals

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