Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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

My is broke, too many lines of coke
mind for beefin, no reason I'ma choke
Time to quote you never heard
Pour my when I talk and spit it with 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 industry ready for no more rebels
Kill at will, with the to kill
Keep it real with steel, these pills'll
for poppin, they used to joggin
I take out your cause my future callin
Don't confuse it y'all, I used to
(pop pop, pop) your producer fall
Who's They don't wanna do nothin
Whoop style, I make 'em all some'n
the mag up, back the gas up
Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then in plastic
Ask the hood, the platinum classic
Now quit the yackin and pass the acid, c'mon

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

Hit the with devilistic tongues
Just frontin for the kissin misfits to hum
Along with red and yellow biscuits to
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 D12? That's a sin to say
Can you follow Y'all swallow shit
Of politics, I the {?} wrist
Taste the motherfuckin dust in laced blunt
the world with me fool nigga like Pacewon
Ain't none slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and smack with dick
This is and dark knowledge that's symbolic
Sin sonic demonic and my heart's
Make plans, on insanity
I'm like damn, too in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to chant in land
I'm off on your block like Yosemity Sam

Uhh, in here with a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys fuse
like school, I never liked you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to fools
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, I might lose
What I got it I'm it bout it, about it
Lonely in life or see Christ it
Victory is to be
Where my has been has been a mystery
But I don't a fuck, I'ma live it up
Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin off prescription
And I you Bugz! I'm almost steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't now
If you gay you gay, you straight you
You violate today in the you make, hey
Are you Hey lil' finger pop
Don't need a greasy college to see you
Proof the king of hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it
artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my soul's like a target
And I'm ready to leave
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!