Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about the job done, boy up every night
I'm about a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your
Tell 'em point and shoot like crews
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, happened to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm standing too"
Thought I had the touch and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all your
I've been talking to God like that's my
I'm African-American in
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do for the crib
The D to Flint who get with lead
get the hit with the laugh
From where they a handout
But they you put hands up
Only deals I have is the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you where I came 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 head's I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an
Show me a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never favors or apologies
my new lifetime policy
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I ever did was beat the
Cause when you try to get it just don't even out
Never stopping we hypnotized
what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we when we die, we gon' be the gods

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

If she was flavor I won't
No taste buds, hoe
you looking at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a paper
So ahead of my time late I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, dirty
Insanely perverted, and scurvy
They me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady 81
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron of rap
State of emergency, the having panic attacks
Brady's returning, matter fact I may be
Of a Pat on the back a Patriots jersey
stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is shoot off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun will
And get a round like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a poster
With a post, door handle shutter
A bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A banjo and cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta an example of her
That's for Sandra Bland ho and
Hannibal on the lamb, no I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no handle a commando
Your man don't want it, a bitch
make his whole brand go under (yeah)
And Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
Like Michel'le helium
Leaving them pale faced medium sized
Straight treating 'em a cell mate
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like problems: self-made
someone else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta 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, bread? gotta it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
lined up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no
I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from 'em? no

I know you feeling right now
But I'm not sure the one
I would them in
Hey, I'm
What are you doing