Luyện nghe bài hát No Pierdo Nada (Nothin' To Lose)

I got nothin' to lose, I'm all out
The deuce stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you steppin' into the night,
Pigs comin' up and shinin' the bright

better to do, than fuck with the pride
When you hide behind badge, your gun and ride
club show me no love, think you above
All the fuss and the is rushin' in too close

Let me lay it on the table, forget
niggaz, comin' to slay to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggaz that bring down your

Whatever it takes, you make or break
With the wealth or the chance to in good health
blade swingin' you back off away
And the track off the real, off the hill
What the deal,

I got to lose
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose you fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run out

Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose, you fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
the fuse to the bomb, better run out

I'm goin' all out, showin' y'all what I'm
in your mental, knockin' niggaz out
Takin' this pencil, the brain
Ain't stoppin' there till the all drained

All out my system, 'em and then I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who diss 'em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you up
Y'all get the picture, call Mr. Excitement

Comin' with the and lightning
Shit is frightening how niggaz keep biting
So I keep the writing, down for the
Cold with the flows, they both exciting
And let me space up, heat your face up
I'm goin' all out, before the up

I got nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose you fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run out

to lose
(I'm all out)
to lose, you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run

on, come on
I'm goin' all out, nothin' to lose, you better out
Sold out, niggaz be in times run out
In the present smell the presence of what you
You get sent a lesson ain't missin' the blessin'

Expression, feelin' the over the session
The question, fillin' your with intention
Don't mention the profession, adressin'
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay

I'm the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You better me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be the pace
When you look up I'm and never left a trace

No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of
get the twist, you listen or get the fist
I got to lose so I gat fools with this

I got to lose
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run out

Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
to lose, you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the to the bomb, better run

Oh yeah, Cypress massive once again
Comin' to record shop
this out, we ain't takin' no prisoners
We choppin' off
And you steppin' at me, you be goin' all out, baby
This is war, baby, from now the new millennium