Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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

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

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

Hit the metal with 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 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? swallow shit
Of politics, I the {?} wrist
the motherfuckin dust in this laced blunt
Take the world with me fool like Pacewon
none ready slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and cops with dick
This is narcotics and dark 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 to chant in enemy land
I'm bustin off on your like Yosemity Sam

Uhh, sittin in here with a blunt and a ice
Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys fuse
Didn't like school, I liked you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to fools
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, I might lose
What I got it I'm bout it it, about it
Lonely in life or see without it
Victory is to be
my father has been has been a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, live it up
drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin 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 like a punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
Genius artist, so
Broken hearted, my soul's like a target
And I'm ready to leave
You to my death next year on my T-shirt

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