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
There a time in your life that get trife
And forced to pay dues
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose
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 wack
Kid I got Nothing 2 Lose

[Lil
What I got to lose my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my 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, that is some shit to shoot 'em
Real niggas that know they must 'em
I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my
But things aint legit, my passed that shit
Here I am, 20 years old to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and
Criminals schemin if they servin ya, they herbin ya
But I keep heat, 'cause the streets me to murder ya
I got some in the stash for your ass
That'll make a mathematician need a for the aftermath
Since you wake it's too scary G, but it worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out plottin to me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you the Hill Street Blues
Make my people flip, and fade they clips to eat
See we wit to prove have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a chump step on 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 ready to [yeah]
I be grippin steel, [yeah] is it kill or be killed
To the nigga, point blank range
Trained to aim, got my top at your brain
Life don't mean nothing
How could you think about the next day the way these be bustin
You crazy, goin out, and blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more caine Cuba [yeah]
Now let hollow 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 government set ups and shit that we been
It's ghetto education, simple and
Some that 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 know you go your heat, Salute