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 in your life that get trife
And you're to pay dues
Kid I aint got 2 Lose
Every day is a 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 fall so for all wack
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose

Fame]
What I got to lose my pops is gone
So many of my peeps that my heart been torn
Too much pressure, stress ya, why I'm a young ass man
Grippin the trigga and not to let my gun blast
My bitch rather die than snake, that is some shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that they must salute 'em
I try to hold my head, and on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my moms passed that
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a world
by cash and gold
Criminals if they aint servin ya, they herbin ya
But I keep heat, 'cause the streets told me to ya
I got some shit in the 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 wonderin if some fool out plottin to me

[Billy
Kid I aint got 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street Blues
Make my people wanna flip, and they clips to eat
See we wit to prove have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a chump on your black leather shoes
I see my rip, slain in the massacre
see his brains, [that's 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 kill or be
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, out, and I'll blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, more caine than Cuba [yeah]
Now let them point slugs 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 set ups and shit that we been through
It's ghetto education, and plain
Some facts keep me aware and ahead of the game

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