Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

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

I never liked these niggaz
They could drop dead, fall off a today
Hey, nobody gon' you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol day

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

me, force me, go 'head, line 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 clips and take-out

You make it rain, I make it lead
You say prayers, you in your last hour
I have you up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they me
You don't like me spray me

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

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

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

How these rappers claim blood and the books is
How rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm then jump in the Optimus

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

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

I liked these niggaz anyway
They could drop dead, fall off a buildin
Nobody gon' you anyway
No off, keep the pistol e'ry day

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

Look how the change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes
Listen, not the same, we're not for fame
The punked out, we're not to blame

These niggaz perpetratin so long
If they can it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B. that'll a arm

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

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