Luyện nghe bài hát Beg For Mercy

G-G, G-G,
No peace talks, no white
No mercy, I'm yo ass

Niggas heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, out, la kostra nostra
You wanna bang wit the best
have doc removin' fragments from your chest
They say, "God's a forgivin' man", I hope He
Thirty shells I let off curse my kid
They say fifty blew up, fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he to roar
I think he's flyin' eight outta on movin' targets
You run, you still check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I talk no pocco

and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may bones and the shells may hurt me
But I it like a man, you beg for mercy
your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

There once was niggas that tried to murda me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in' plastic
This four five has a lot of guys apologize
(Yeah)
The come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga his heart
I play my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' niggas a Cuban cigar
Let's get it

Sticks and stones may break and the shells may hurt me
But I take it a man, you beg for mercy
your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for
Keep eyes wide open, nigga's lookin' for it too
Shit is 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

I'm tired of you niggas with your may be
We gonna be here forever, temporary like baby teeth
(Ah huh)
I'm in and out the clubs, A D D
(Right)
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, sneaks
(Right)
(Yeah)
These niggas tellin' out the
So you 'em off the bridge
At least they'll to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the bell or hop do
I rap for the neighborhood that failed in high school
(Ah)
You can tell I came a long way in' my sense, home
(Ah huh)
why them little niggas in the projects love me
You the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't freestyle for free
I 'em a break, flew over seas
(Right)
But it's kinda hard to get homie sick there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your wit the copies
I put staples in yo ass than a telephone pole
(Yeah)

Sticks and stones may break and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by
Sticks and stones may bones and the shells may hurt me
But I it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, lookin' for it too
Shit is real here, you surrounded by crooks