Luyện nghe bài hát No Days Off

I came to get somethin, I ain't worried nothin
of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around
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
Hey, gon' miss you anyway
No days off, the pistol e'ry day

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

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

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

I came to get somethin, I ain't 'bout nothin
of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin bumpin
If you can't 'em don't join '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, the pistol e'ry day

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

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

the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my Ac', who you stylin on
the sun is gone, and the wolves come 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 for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around
If you beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em

I never liked these anyway
They could drop dead, off a buildin today
Nobody gon' you anyway
No days off, keep the pistol day

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

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

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

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

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