Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

Nobody me
Nobody me, but that's okay
Cause I like y'all anyway
And I don't like y'all
all y'all!
My watch talk for me, my whip for me
My gat for me
What up
For bitches who don't me
They want to blow me 'cause the shit I wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't a fuck now
anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they don't even tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass
When I don't like a nigga, I don't to
have the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the that sold dope
The nigga that shot when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop
The thug that pop
The thug that went from three and a to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, against me
My picture's painted words that make a blind man see

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

Y'all niggas don't no parts of me
I'm to figure out how y'all started me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say"
he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy
I stay wit the Mac, niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 shitted on em"
Beef, you want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, a part son

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and you!)
Murder! (I believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

These cats always escape when they rhyme
That's why write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a bar
And in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I up
my rent split up
Get line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we sure ain't friends
The you playing, you get killed like that
Acting you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me you see me nigga, one

Scream murder! (I believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and you!)
Murder! (I don't you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

Y'all niggas want no parts of me
I'm to figure out how y'all started me
me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six