Luyện nghe bài hát No Mercy, No Fear

[50
Yo, yo we can't stay forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I 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 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on niggas is only gon' you smoke
So the only thing now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

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I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
I'ma break before I lay berry
Besides, every rapper a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know to watch botherin ya
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my
Niggas what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em a subway mac
get advances from grey
see record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text 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 gon' have to me
Burglary, I'm wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and official gear
heavy I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
You rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib 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
a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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