Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

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

[Lil
What I got to lose my pops is gone
So many of my peeps 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 that know they must salute 'em
I try to my head, and keep on losing my grip
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 servin ya, herbin ya
But I keep heat, 'cause the told me to murder ya
I got some in the stash for your ass
That'll a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake too scary G, but it don't worry me
Always wonderin if fool out plottin to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Street Blues
Make my people wanna flip, and they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a 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
Should I feel how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to peel
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 you think about the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and I'll the trupor
Firing Squad, raise caine than Cuba [yeah]
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the
Where it's real, we still 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 been
ghetto education, simple and plain
Some facts keep me aware and ahead of the game

Danze]
If the ghetto keep you wildin G, then I aint mad at ya
Still hittin for my in Clinton and Attica
The code of the is to get deep
And to let 'em you lettin go your heat, Salute