Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2
There comes a time in life that get trife
And you're forced to pay
Kid I aint got 2 Lose
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and brews
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose
I it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2

[Lil
What I got to when my pops is gone
So of my peeps died that my heart been torn
Too pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm a young ass man
Grippin the and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, is some snake shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that know they must 'em
I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my
But things aint legit, my moms passed that
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material
Controlled by and gold
Criminals schemin if they aint ya, they herbin ya
But I keep heat, the streets told me to murder ya
I got some shit in the for your ass
That'll a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary G, but it worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Street Blues
Make my wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit to prove have Nothing 2 Lose
let a chump step on your black leather shoes
I see my rip, slain in the massacre
I'll see his brains, [that's a so I'm askin ya
I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to peel [yeah]
Shoud I be steel, [yeah] is it kill or be killed
To the Death nigga, blank range
Trained to aim, got my top at your brain
Life really mean nothing
How could you about the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and blaze the trupor
Squad, raise more caine than Cuba [yeah]
Now let them hollow point make you jump in the field
it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga

[Lil
So my man, if you can understand the shit we sent you
It's from the government set ups and shit that we through
It's ghetto education, simple and
facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game

[Billy
If the ghetto mentality keep you G, then I aint mad at ya
Still hittin for my people in and Attica
The code of the is to get deep
And to let 'em know you lettin go your heat,