Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about getting the job done, boy up every
I'm about a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my off, flooded with ice
I'm taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like crews
In of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I platinum too
Mother fuck all comparisons
I've talking to God like 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 this for the
The D to who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the
From where they a handout
But tell you put hands 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 where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the what I aim for
my grandma 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
That's my new policy
Wood grain steering wheel this feel like a pirate ship
How many hot till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I ever did was beat the
when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stopping like we
Watch we visualize 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 make it
You can your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from em? No
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

If she was I won't savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to my swag like a cheating classmate
I'll be the face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded a math paper
So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is
I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and
and nerdy, blatantly 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 furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets panic attacks
Brady's returning, matter fact I may be
Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots
Inexplicable stomach from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a thunder
100 pound pistol pull the trigger gun will sound
And you'll get a round like Digital
And fuck Ann with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some soap, butter
A banjo and cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
for Sandra Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no I am so stubborn
I'm anti, no government handle a commando
man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll his whole brand 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?
Females stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
Like feeding helium
them pale faced medium sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm climbing gate
Bitch, I'm like your self-made
Meaning someone is self Made needed?
I'm a...

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