Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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

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

[Chorus: King
What they right now is a nigga with nothin to lose
- Ohh nothin to
He got no shame in his game about the stuff he do
- Ohh the stuff that he do now
Jump off stage now nigga start punchin a fool
- Ohh a fool
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 kissin to hum
Along with red and biscuits to munch
Just think before you was never meant to
rich and dumb, brawl out any day
You Slim, we some all out "Renagades"
To the end of days, put the away
Who better than That's a sin to say
Can you follow this? Y'all shit
Of politics, I the {?} wrist
Taste the motherfuckin dust in this laced
the world with me fool nigga like Pacewon
Ain't none ready slapbox for
Pack box to spit and cops with dick
This is narcotics and dark knowledge symbolic
Sin sonic demonic and my rotted
Make plans, on insanity
I'm damn, too much in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to in enemy land
I'm bustin off on your like Yosemity Sam

Uhh, in here with a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to snatch light fuse
Didn't like school, I never you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white
act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose
What I got it I'm bout it it, about it
in life or see Christ without it
Victory is to be
Where my father has been has 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 steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't now
If you gay you gay, you you straight
You violate today in the you make, hey
Are you swallowin? Hey lil' pop
Don't need a college to see you drop
Proof the king of bars hit the coffin
I'm a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my soul's like a open
And I'm ready to Earth
You step to my death year on my T-shirt

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