Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass yaself tryin 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 one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a outta aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 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 since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a 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 club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a 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 in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text 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 now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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