Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded ice
I'm about taking a risk, that fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and like camera crews
In of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the attitude?
I'm "niggas took the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas and then I went platinum too
Mother all your 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 must be hearing
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to Flint who get sick with
Others get the hit with the
From where they need a
But tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came
Born in a going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any so the head's what I aim for
When my died, I realized I got an angel
Show me a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or
my new lifetime policy
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a ship
How many hot till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause when you try to get even it 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 save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I from em? No favors
too big, bread? gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the faking
Everything up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no

If she was I won't savor
No buds, hoe later
you looking at, hater?
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 like a math paper
So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly
perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for murdering Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, I'm saying's cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady 81
Surely I'm turning the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the having panic attacks
Brady's returning, matter I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the like a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol the trigger this gun will sound
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter with a poster
a lamp post, door handle shutter
A bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some soap, butter
A banjo and cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
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, can't no government handle a
Your man don't it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his whole go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin 'em, bet you lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but is pointless
Like feeding helium
Leaving them pale medium sized welt
treating 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like problems: self-made
Meaning someone else is self Made
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 need from em; no
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause these others lowkey with the faking
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from
No favors, no
I need? No favors
Everything up for the taking
And I need 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
are you doing here?