Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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There's nothing, nothing
nothing, no there's nothing
Won't lose it, can't it
There's nothing but this

My mind is broke, too many of coke
Open for beefin, no reason I'ma choke
to quote somethin you never heard
Pour my heart when I talk and spit it every word
We ain't playin no more, sayin no
No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for
In a four-double, trouble
This ain't ready for no more rebels
Kill at will, with the will to
Keep it real with steel, pills'll feel
Proof for poppin, they to joggin
I take out block cause my future callin
Don't confuse it y'all, I to brawl
(pop pop, pop) 'Til your producer
Who's involved? They don't wanna do
Whoop style, I make 'em all move
Clap the mag up, the gas up
Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, the platinum classic
Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid,

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

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

Uhh, sittin in here with a and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to guys light fuse
Didn't like school, I never you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm on this white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to 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 been has a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma it up
Gettin drunk, get in and I'm sellin off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost now
Proof is here, the world ain't now
If you gay you gay, you straight you
You today in the mistake 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 like a punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my soul's a open target
And I'm ready to leave
You to my death next year on my T-shirt

[King
That Derty Harry, well
Gordy, well well
Dirty Dozen, well
Fat Killer, Fat Killer!