Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

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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 around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm 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, raps rocky, 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 gon' you smoke
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

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I got a intergangstress who argue and wit reefer
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 Master P
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I know to botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its 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 vest wit the green and red
I'm the last to scare niggas since 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 wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas what club they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey
see these labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
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, White T,
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
You ain't rich, but we to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a million dollar studio 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 supposed to you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin