Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

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

My mind is broke, too many lines of
Open for beefin, no reason I'ma choke
Time to quote somethin you never
Pour my heart when I and spit it with every word
We playin no more, sayin no more
No games no mourn, on the grind and we for yours
In a four-double, Billboard
This industry ain't for no more rebels
Kill at will, the will to kill
Keep it real with steel, these pills'll
Proof for poppin, they used to
I take out your block my future callin
Don't it y'all, I used to brawl
(pop pop, pop) 'Til your fall
Who's involved? don't wanna do nothin
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, this the platinum
Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid,

[Chorus: Gordy]
What want right now is a nigga with nothin to lose
- Ohh to lose
He got no shame in his game about the stuff he do
- Ohh the stuff he do right now
Jump off right now nigga start punchin a fool
- Ohh punchin a
BITCH, that's why we ain't 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 think before you was never meant to
Forever and dumb, brawl out any day
You Slim, we some all out "Renagades"
To the end of days, put the scare
Who better D12? That's a sin to say
Can you this? Y'all swallow shit
Of politics, I the {?} wrist
Taste the motherfuckin dust in this blunt
Take the world with me fool nigga Pacewon
none ready slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and cops with dick
This is and dark knowledge that's symbolic
Sin sonic demonic and my heart's
plans, on insanity sands
I'm damn, too much in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to in enemy land
I'm bustin off on your block Yosemity Sam

Uhh, sittin in here a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to guys light fuse
Didn't like school, I liked you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm on this white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, I might lose
I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it
Lonely in life or see without it
Victory is to be
Where my father has been has been a
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 ready now
If you gay you gay, you straight you
You today in the mistake you make, hey
Are you swallowin? Hey finger pop
Don't need a greasy to see you drop
Proof the of bars hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a sucker (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 step to my death year on my T-shirt

[King
Derty Harry, well well
King Gordy, well
Dozen, WELL well
Fat Killer, Fat Killer!