Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about getting the job done, boy up night
I'm about a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble
I'm like "niggas the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I went too
Mother fuck all comparisons
I've been talking to God like that's my
I'm in America
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to who get sick with lead
get the hit with the laugh
From where they need a
But they tell you put up
Only deals I have is from the Sam's
Now it's blood in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going where told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the head's I aim for
When my grandma died, I I got an angel
Show me everything's a depending 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 verses till you bitches acknowledging
The pictures we painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I don't this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was beat the
Cause you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stopping we hypnotized
Watch we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
we alive when we die, we gon' be the gods

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

If she was I won't savor
No buds, hoe later
you looking at, hater?
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating
I'll be the last face you see you pass
When you get fucking ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my time late I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly
Insanely perverted, and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee
I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, Shady number 81
Surely I'm into the Aaron Hernandez 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
Inexplicable stomach from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
Like a missile, a cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun sound
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle
A damn cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some soap, butter
A banjo and cover
Hand over the mouth and nose
Trample ran over the tramp with the Rover
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta an example of her
That's for Sandra Bland ho and
on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no government handle a
Your man want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like
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 faced medium welt
Straight treating 'em like a mate
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like problems: self-made
Meaning someone is self Made needed?
I'm a...

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

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