Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from em? No
Clique too big, bread? break it
Cause these others with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from
No favors, no
I need? No favors
Everything up for the taking
And what I need 'em? no favors

I'm about getting the job done, boy up night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your
Tell 'em point and shoot camera crews
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the 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 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 for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick lead
Others get the hit the laugh
where they need a handout
But they tell you put up
Only I have is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know I came from
in a world 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 means so the head's 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 or apologies
That's my new policy
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch like a pirate ship
How hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging
The we been painting, my nigga
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I don't write 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 we visualize 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 your hand, I ain't gotta it
lined up for the taking
And I need 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 need from
No favors, no

If she was flavor I won't
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you at, hater?
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag a cheating classmate
be the last face you see before you pass
When you get fucking ass graded like a math paper
So of my time late 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 Lee Curtis
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 worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call number 81
Surely I'm turning 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 growl from the pit of it
a fucking Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
is foul shoot off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a thunder
100 pound pistol pull the trigger gun will sound
And you'll get a round like Digital
And fuck Ann Coulter with a poster
With a post, door handle shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A and manhole cover
Hand the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp the Land 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 wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no handle a commando
man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his whole brand go (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 stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like Michel'le helium
Leaving them faced medium sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm your 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 ain't gotta it
Everything lined up for the
And I need from em; no favors
Clique too big, gotta break it
'Cause others lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no
What I No favors
lined up for the taking
And I need from 'em? no favors

I know you yourself right now
But I'm not she's the one
I call them in
Hey, I'm
What are you here?