Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I need em? No favors
Clique too big, gotta break it
Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from
No favors, no
What I need? No
Everything up for the taking
And what I need 'em? no favors

I'm getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, I toss up the dice
I'm about my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot camera crews
In of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the attitude?
I'm like "niggas the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the touch and then I went platinum too
Mother all your comparisons
I've been talking to God that's my therapist
I'm in America
I inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be hearing
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to Flint who get sick with
get the hit with the laugh
From where need a handout
But they tell you put up
Only deals I have is from the Sam's
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know where I from
in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain
Get ahead by any means so the what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an
Show me everything's a blessing depending on the
Look, I am the anomaly, never favors or apologies
my new lifetime policy
Wood grain wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches start
The pictures we painting, my nigga
Connected to a power
How I know? 'Cause I don't this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I did was beat the odds
when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stopping we hypnotized
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we when we die, we gon' be the gods

it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I from em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause these lowkey with the snaking faking
lined up for the taking
And what I need 'em?
No favors, no

If she was flavor I won't
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating
I'll be the face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a math
So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly
perverted, rapey and scurvy
They me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her a space heater
A furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's worthy
But I'm on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I'm into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the having panic attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable growl from the pit of it
Like a Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
Like a missile, a cloud
100 pound pistol pull the this gun will sound
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, hand soap, butter
A banjo and cover
Hand the mouth and nose smother
ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an of her
That's for Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no government handle a
Your man don't it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his whole brand go (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white like Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like feeding Michel'le
Leaving them pale medium sized welt
Straight treating 'em a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else is self Made
I'm a...

Make it, it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta it
Everything lined up for the
And what I need em; no favors
Clique too big, bread? break it
'Cause these lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no
What I No favors
Everything lined up for the
And I need from 'em? no favors

I you feeling yourself right now
But I'm not sure the one
I call them in
Hey, I'm
What are you here?