Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

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

[Lil
What I got to lose when my pops is
So many of my peeps died my heart been torn
Too pressure, stress 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 snake shit to 'em
Real niggas that they must salute 'em
I try to my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my moms that shit
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to it in a material world
by cash 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 in the stash for your ass
That'll make a mathematician need a computer for the
Since you it's too scary G, but it don't worry me
Always if some fool out plottin to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street
Make my people wanna flip, and they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to have Nothing 2 Lose
let a chump step on your black leather shoes
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the
see his brains, [that's a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be to peel [yeah]
Shoud I be grippin steel, is it kill or be killed
To the Death nigga, point range
Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your
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
Firing Squad, raise more caine than [yeah]
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the
Where it's real, we still walk up and dump,

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

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