Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and cheddar
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, most of these cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

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I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the is long enough 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 college wanna fuck us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas 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 artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
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, lookin for a to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
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 momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin
aight well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin