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

I'm getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the
I'm about getting my off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up life
Tell 'em and shoot like camera crews
In of cameras 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 Midas touch and I went platinum too
fuck all your comparisons
I've been talking to God like my therapist
I'm in America
I ain't shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to Flint who get with lead
get the hit with the laugh
From where they a handout
But tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Sam's
Now it's blue in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going where they told me I go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the what I aim for
When my grandma died, I I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing depending on the
Look, I am the anomaly, never favors or apologies
That's my new policy
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a ship
How many hot verses till you start acknowledging
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 beat the
when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never like we hypnotized
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we gon' be the

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

If she was I won't savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
I'll be the last face you see before you
When you get your fucking ass graded like a paper
So ahead of my time means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly
Insanely perverted, and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee
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 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 I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl the pit of it
Like a Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
Like a missile, a thunder
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun sound
And you'll get a round like Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A banjo and manhole
Hand over the mouth and smother
Trample ran over the tramp the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, make an example of her
That's for Sandra Bland ho and
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no government handle a
man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his 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 feeding Michel'le
Leaving them faced medium sized welt
Straight treating 'em a cell mate
See me I'm climbing gate
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
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 gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I from em; no favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause others lowkey with the snaking faking
lined up for the taking
And what I from 'em?
No favors, no
I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the
And what I need 'em? no favors

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