Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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

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 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 ready for no more rebels
Kill at will, the will to kill
it real with steel, these pills'll feel
Proof for poppin, they used to
I take out your block cause my future
confuse it y'all, I used to brawl
(pop pop, pop) 'Til producer fall
Who's involved? They don't do nothin
style, I make 'em all move some'n
Clap the mag up, 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 want right now is a nigga with nothin to lose
- Ohh to lose
He got no shame in his game about the that he do
- Ohh the stuff that he do now
off stage right now nigga start punchin a fool
- Ohh punchin a
Y'ALL BITCH, that's why we fuckin witchu!
- We ain't witchu, no no

Hit the metal with devilistic
Just frontin for the ghetto misfits to hum
Along red and yellow biscuits to munch
Just 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 scare
Who than 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 ready slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and smack cops dick
This is narcotics and dark that's symbolic
Sin sonic and my heart's rotted
plans, on insanity sands
I'm damn, too much 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 and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys fuse
Didn't school, I never liked you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white
act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit 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 father has been has been a
But I don't give a fuck, live it up
Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm off prescription drugs
And I you Bugz! I'm almost steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't now
If you gay you gay, you you straight
You violate in the mistake you make, hey
Are you Hey lil' finger pop
Don't need a greasy to see you drop
Proof the king of hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a sucker (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my like a open target
And I'm ready to leave
You step to my next year on my T-shirt

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