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

I'm about getting the job done, boy up every
I'm about a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about 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 humble
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still too"
I had the Midas touch and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all your
been talking to God like that's my therapist
I'm African-American in
I ain't inherit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to who get sick with lead
Others get the hit the laugh
From where they a handout
But they you put hands up
deals I have is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came
Born in a world going where they told me I go
In my lane, though, I'm in the boat as Usain Bolt
Get by any means so the head's what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an
Show me everything's a depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed or apologies
That's my new policy
Wood grain wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we painting, my nigga
Connected to a power
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I it, my nigga
Look, all I did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it don't even out
stopping like we hypnotized
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we be the gods

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? break it
'Cause these others 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 taste buds, hoe
Fuck you at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass
Try to copy my swag like a cheating
I'll be the face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded a math paper
So ahead of my late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, dirty
perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for Jamie Lee Curtis
I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron of rap
State of emergency, the planets panic attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the like a Patriots jersey
stomach 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 this gun will
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door handle
A bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A banjo and cover
Hand over the and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an 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
Your man don't want it, Trump's a
make his whole brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm him in L.A., white 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 is pointless
feeding Michel'le helium
Leaving them faced medium sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm climbing gate
Bitch, I'm like problems: self-made
Meaning someone else is self needed?
I'm a...

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

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