Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

I to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for
Strap it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked niggaz anyway
They drop dead, fall off a buildin today
Hey, gon' miss you anyway
No days off, the pistol e'ry day

I got the burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver ya, call it murder murder
I smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin when your head open

Cross me, force me, go 'head, me up
I found where you rest at, you fuck
I be out your raggedy ass crib on a stake out
With a pound, two and Chinese take-out

You it rain, I make it lead shower
You say prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump
You chumps amaze me, the wolves raised me
You like me then spray me

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried nothin
of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these niggaz
could drop dead, fall off a buildin today
Nobody miss you anyway
No days off, keep the e'ry day

This is that down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I off I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be
mouths on my hip cause my wrist be frozen

How these claim blood and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun smoke?
I a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm then jump in the Prime

Dust the yellow with the Dalvins on
In my Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves out
You ass niggaz bring your jewelry out

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for
like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a today
Nobody gon' miss you
No days off, the pistol e'ry day

You may to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
I think a screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce

Look how the game change, bad for the
Niggaz on shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for
The industry's out, we're not to blame

These niggaz been perpetratin so
If can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene but I can make him
I got a N.B. that'll break a arm

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout
of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a today
gon' miss you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day