Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

Every day is test so all we do is smoke and crack brews
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose
There comes a time in your life that get
And forced to pay dues
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack
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 many of my peeps died that my been torn
Too much pressure, ya, that's why I'm a young ass man
the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, that is some shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas know they must salute 'em
I try to my head, and keep on losing my grip
But aint legit, my moms passed that shit
Here I am, 20 old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they ya
But I keep heat, 'cause the streets me to murder ya
I got some shit in the for your ass
make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary G, but it worry me
Always wonderin if fool out plottin to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street
my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a step on your black leather shoes
I see my guns'll rip, in the massacre
I'll see his brains, a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to [yeah]
Shoud I be grippin steel, [yeah] is it or be killed
To the Death nigga, point blank
Trained to aim, got my top at your brain
don't really mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way these be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and I'll blaze the
Squad, raise more caine than Cuba [yeah]
Now let them hollow slugs make you jump in the field
Where it's real, we walk up and dump, nigga

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

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