Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from em? No
Clique too big, gotta break it
Cause these others lowkey with the faking
lined up for the taking
And what I need 'em?
No favors, no
What I need? No
lined up for the taking
And what I need '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 getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up life
Tell 'em point and shoot camera crews
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I went 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 be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do for the crib
The D to Flint who get with lead
Others get the hit the laugh
From they need a handout
But they tell you put up
Only deals I is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going 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 depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed 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 we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a power
How I know? I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause when you try to get it just don't even out
Never stopping like we
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive we die, we gon' be the gods

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
lined up for the taking
And what I need from em? No
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

If she was flavor I won't
No taste buds, hoe
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
I'll be the last face you see before you
you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and
They blame me for Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, her with a space heater
A furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron of rap
State of emergency, the having panic attacks
returning, matter fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back a Patriots jersey
stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun sound
And you'll get a round like Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan
With a lamp post, door shutter
A bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some soap, butter
A banjo and manhole
Hand over the mouth and nose
Trample ran over the with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an of her
That's for Sandra ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no handle a commando
Your man want it, Trump's a bitch
make his whole brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin 'em, bet you lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like feeding helium
them pale faced medium sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
Meaning someone else is self Made
I'm a...

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 I need from em; no favors
Clique too big, gotta break it
'Cause these lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from
No favors, no
What I No favors
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from 'em? no

I know you feeling yourself now
But I'm not sure the one
I would them in
Hey, I'm
are you doing here?