Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about 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 about taking a risk, that might fuck up your
Tell 'em point and 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 and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all comparisons
I've been talking to God like my therapist
I'm African-American in
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do for the crib
The D to Flint who get with lead
Others get the hit with the
From where need a handout
But tell you put hands up
Only deals I is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know where I from
Born in a going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Bolt
Get ahead by any so the head's what I aim for
my grandma died, I realized I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing depending on the
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed or apologies
That's my new lifetime
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bitches start
The we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I don't write shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was 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

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

If she was I won't savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them eyes like an ass
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
I'll be the last you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a math
So ahead of my late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly
Insanely perverted, and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady 81
Surely I'm turning the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets panic attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger gun will sound
And get a round like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a poster
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 and nose smother
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 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 make his brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco 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!", screaming is pointless
Like feeding Michel'le
Leaving pale faced medium sized welt
Straight treating 'em like a mate
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
someone else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

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 what I need em; no favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
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 from 'em? no

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