Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as 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 yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

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I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break home from college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops 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 ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
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 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 wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin 'cause my closet 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 advances grey agra
see these record got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, T, bergendy
you now, back down
niggas love to you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed 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 send to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

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in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curve
dirtbag