Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm have it
if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 above you nigga
I'll you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you
So the only thing left now is tools for these
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta
When it comes to paper I a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga ain't bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the looks like I'm playin the game boy
I to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a fast
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from agra
see these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and
I ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and official gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to ya
I send cars to like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

[50
in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he goin nowhere
get a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin