Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
lined up for the taking
And what I need em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
Cause these others lowkey the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the
And what I from 'em?
No favors, no
What I need? No
Everything lined up for the
And what I need 'em? no favors

I'm getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded ice
I'm taking a risk, that might 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 "niggas took the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the touch and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all your
I've been talking to God that's my therapist
I'm in America
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He must be hearing
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 need a
But they you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Club
Now blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain
Get by any means so the head's what I aim for
When my died, I realized I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, needed favors or apologies
my new lifetime policy
Wood grain steering wheel this feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches acknowledging
The we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just even out
Never stopping like we
Watch we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we be the gods

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

If she was flavor I won't
No buds, hoe later
you looking at, hater?
I saw them eyes an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
I'll be the face you see before you pass
When you get your ass graded like a math paper
So of my time late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and
They blame me for Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, I'm saying's cringe worthy
But I'm on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having attacks
Brady's returning, matter fact I may be
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl the pit of it
a fucking Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is shoot off at the fucking mouth
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger gun will sound
And you'll get a round like Underground
And fuck Ann with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, handle shutter
A bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A and manhole cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That's for Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, no government handle a commando
Your man don't want it, a bitch
I'll make his whole go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I'm bout to run a chick, Del Rey CD in?
stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
feeding Michel'le helium
Leaving them pale medium sized welt
Straight treating 'em like a cell
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
Meaning else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

Make it, it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need em; no favors
Clique too big, gotta break it
'Cause these lowkey with the snaking 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 from 'em? no favors

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