Luyện nghe bài hát No Pierdo Nada

I got nothin' to lose, I'm all out
The deuce never stop, I to play by the rules
Uptight, you steppin' into the night, right
Pigs up and shinin' the bright light

Nothin' better to do, than fuck with the
When you hide behind your badge, your gun and
Billy club show me no love, think you
All the and the locs is rushin' in too close

Let me lay it on the table, stable
Freak niggaz, to slay to the label
You got to lose, come on choose
Stay away niggaz that bring down your crew

it takes, you make or break yourself
With the wealth or the chance to in good health
Sword swingin' you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the
the deal, motherfucker?

I got nothin' to
(I'm all out)
to lose you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
the fuse to the bomb, better run out

Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose, you gonna out
run out
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the to the bomb, better run out

I'm all out, showin' y'all what I'm about
Gettin' in your mental, knockin' out
Takin' pencil, across the brain
stoppin' there till the rhymes all drained

All out my system, 'em and then I twist 'em
Put 'em out one day and see, who wanna 'em
As you I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement

Comin' with the and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggaz biting
So I keep the writing, down for the
Cold with the flows, they both quite
And let me take space up, heat your up
I'm goin' all out, before the up

I got nothin' to
(I'm all out)
to lose you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run out

to lose
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose, you gonna out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run

on, come on
I'm goin' all out, to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin' in run out
In the present smell the presence of you stressin'
You get sent a ain't missin' the point blessin'

Expression, the tension over the session
The question, fillin' your body with
mention the profession, keep adressin'
The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay

I'm the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
You stall me out, no extension
Only the strong will ever be the pace
When you look up I'm gone and never a trace

No worries, set you flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the of furies
Don't get the twist, you or get the fist
I got nothin' to so I gat fools with this

I got to lose
(I'm all out)
Nothin' to lose you fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
the fuse to the bomb, better run out

Nothin' to
(I'm all out)
to lose, you gonna fall out
run out
(I'm all out)
to lose
(I'm all out)
the fuse to the bomb, better run

Oh yeah, Cypress Hill once again
Comin' to your record
Check this out, we takin' no prisoners
We heads off
And you at me, you better be goin' all out, baby
This is war, baby, now until the new millennium