Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

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

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

niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all me
Make me her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six

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

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

These always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
it to them, and they 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 stunts when I trying
I lying, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent up
Get line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in rhyme, watch what you say
You get away, you can get shot and carried away
Now a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed 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 believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your on the line!)

Y'all don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all me
Make me catch her on the night
Pop shots wit the fifth and off wit the six