Luyện nghe bài hát Life's On The Line

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

I came into rap humble, I don't give a now
Serve anybody like niggas who 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 stash
They keep it on em, right there in they ass
When I don't like a nigga, I pretend to
I'll the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get to me
OG's look at me and see they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga sold dope
The that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, pop shit
The that pop clips
The that went from three and a half to whole bricks
ain't in his right mind, going against me
My picture's painted through words 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!)

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

I'm not a marksmen while issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my think I'm handsome
I hate to "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 ya block up
You soft through, be up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to me once
In the they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted 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, play a son

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

These cats escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only 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 stock rims, I laugh, pa
I catch stunts 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 name in your rhyme, watch you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and away
Now here's a of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
We ain't buddies, we partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't like that
See me you see me nigga, one

murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and 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
Make me her on the late night
Pop shots wit the and slide off wit the six