Luyện nghe bài hát Notlose

2X]
There's nothing, nothing
There's nothing, no there's
lose 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
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 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 feel
for poppin, they used to joggin
I take out your block my future callin
Don't confuse it y'all, I used to
(pop pop, pop) 'Til your fall
Who's involved? They wanna do nothin
style, I make 'em all move some'n
Clap the mag up, the gas up
Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, this the classic
Now the yackin bitch and pass the acid, c'mon

[Chorus: Gordy]
What they want right now is a nigga nothin to lose
- Ohh nothin to
He got no shame in his game about the that he do
- Ohh the stuff 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 devilistic tongues
Just frontin for the ghetto kissin 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 away
Who better than That's a sin to say
Can you follow Y'all swallow shit
Of politics, I like the {?}
Taste the motherfuckin dust in laced blunt
the world with me fool nigga like Pacewon
Ain't none ready slapbox for
Pack box to spit and smack with dick
This is and dark knowledge that's symbolic
Sin demonic and my heart's rotted
Make plans, on sands
I'm damn, too much in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to chant in land
I'm bustin off on your block Yosemity Sam

Uhh, sittin in here with a and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys light
Didn't like school, I liked you
I'm burnin Bibles I'm sniffin on this white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might
I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it
Lonely in or see Christ without it
Victory is to be
Where my has been has been a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, live it up
Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz! I'm steady now
is here, the world ain't ready now
If you gay you gay, you you straight
You violate in the mistake you make, hey
Are you swallowin? Hey finger pop
Don't need a greasy college to see you
Proof the of bars hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my soul's like a open
And I'm to leave Earth
You step to my death next on my T-shirt

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