Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

Every day is so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got 2 Lose
There comes a time in 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 weed and crack brews
Kid I aint got Nothing 2
I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all crews
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose

[Lil
I got to lose when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my been torn
Too much pressure, stress ya, why I'm a young ass man
the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast
My bitch die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that they must salute 'em
I try to my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my passed that shit
I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they ya
But I heat, 'cause 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 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 the Hill Street Blues
my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit nothing to prove have 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 [yeah]
Shoud I be grippin steel, is it kill or be killed
To the Death nigga, blank range
Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your
Life don't mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way niggas be bustin
You crazy, out, and I'll blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more caine than [yeah]
Now let them hollow 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 government set ups and shit we been through
It's ghetto education, and plain
Some facts that keep me aware and of the game

Danze]
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 you lettin go your heat, Salute