Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and brews
Kid I aint got 2 Lose
comes a time in your life that get trife
And forced to pay dues
Kid I aint got Nothing 2
Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose
I seen it all and afford to fall so for all wack crews
Kid I aint got 2 Lose

[Lil
I got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my heart 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, that is some shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that know they 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 make it in a material
by cash and gold
Criminals if they aint servin 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 make a need a computer for the aftermath
Since you wake too scary G, but it don't worry me
wonderin if some fool out plottin to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got 2 Lose, you know the Hill Street Blues
Make my people flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove have 2 Lose
Never let a chump step on your leather shoes
I see my rip, slain in the massacre
I'll see his brains, a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I feel how I feel, should I be ready to peel [yeah]
Shoud I be grippin steel, [yeah] is it kill or be
To the Death nigga, blank range
to aim, got my top slugs at your brain
Life don't mean nothing
How could you think the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more 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 that we sent you
It's from the government set ups and that we been through
It's education, simple and plain
Some that keep me aware and ahead of the game

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