Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

2X]
There's nothing, there's
nothing, no there's nothing
Won't lose it, can't it
nothing but this music

My mind is broke, too lines of coke
Open mind for beefin, no reason I'ma
Time to quote you never heard
my heart when I talk and spit it with every word
We ain't no more, sayin no more
No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for
In a four-double, Billboard
This industry ain't ready for no more
Kill at will, the will to kill
Keep it with steel, these pills'll feel
Proof for poppin, they to joggin
I take out block cause my future callin
Don't it y'all, I used to brawl
(pop pop, pop) your producer fall
Who's involved? They don't wanna do
Whoop style, I make 'em all some'n
Clap the mag up, the gas up
Leave 'em and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, this the platinum
Now quit the yackin bitch and the acid, c'mon

King Gordy]
What they want now is a nigga with nothin to lose
- Ohh nothin to
He got no shame in his game the stuff that he do
- Ohh the stuff that he do now
Jump off stage right now nigga punchin a fool
- Ohh punchin a
BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin witchu!
- We ain't witchu, no no

Hit the metal devilistic tongues
Just frontin for the ghetto misfits to hum
Along with red and yellow biscuits to
Just think before you was never to come
Forever and dumb, brawl out any day
You heard Slim, we all out "Renagades"
To the end of days, put the away
Who better D12? That's a sin to say
Can you follow this? Y'all swallow
Of politics, I like the {?}
Taste the motherfuckin dust in laced blunt
Take the world me fool nigga like Pacewon
none ready slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and cops with dick
This is narcotics and knowledge that's symbolic
Sin demonic and my heart's rotted
Make plans, on sands
I'm like damn, too much in me Man
And I got a Grammy to chant in land
I'm bustin off on block like Yosemity Sam

Uhh, sittin in here a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to guys light fuse
Didn't like school, I never you
I'm burnin while I'm sniffin on this white glue
Fight, dudes, to white fools
act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose
What I got it I'm it bout it, about it
Lonely in or see Christ without it
is meant to be
Where my father has has been a mystery
But I give a fuck, I'ma live it up
Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost now
Proof is here, the world ready now
If you gay you gay, you you straight
You violate today in the you make, hey
Are you swallowin? Hey finger pop
need a greasy college to see you drop
Proof the king of bars hit the pretty
I'm a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
Genius artist, so
Broken hearted, my soul's like a open
And I'm ready to Earth
You step to my next year on my T-shirt

[King
Derty Harry, well well
King Gordy, well
Dozen, WELL well
Fat Killer, Fat Killer!