Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing 2 Lose

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

[Lil
What I got to when my pops is gone
So many of my peeps died that my been torn
Too much pressure, ya, that's 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 snake shit to 'em
Real niggas that know they salute 'em
I try to my head, and keep on losing my grip
But things aint legit, my passed that shit
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to it in a material world
Controlled by and gold
Criminals schemin if they aint servin ya, they 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
you wake it's too scary G, but it don't worry me
Always wonderin if some fool out to bury me

[Billy
Kid I aint got Nothing 2 Lose, you know the Street Blues
Make my people wanna flip, and fade they to eat
See we wit nothing to have Nothing 2 Lose
Never let a chump step on your black shoes
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the
I'll see his brains, a shame] so I'm askin ya
Should I how I feel, [yeah] should I be ready to peel [yeah]
I be grippin steel, [yeah] is it kill or be killed
To the nigga, point blank range
to aim, got my top slugs at your brain
Life don't really mean
How could you about the next day the way these niggas be bustin
You crazy, out, and I'll blaze the trupor
Firing Squad, raise more caine than [yeah]
Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the
Where real, we still walk up and dump, nigga

[Lil
So my man, if you can the shit that we sent you
It's from the government set ups and that we been through
It's ghetto education, and plain
Some facts that keep me aware and of the game

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