Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we 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 the snaking faking
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 '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 my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera
In front of 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 touch and I went platinum too
fuck all your comparisons
I've been talking to God like 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 for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick with
Others get the hit with the
From where they a handout
But tell you put hands up
Only 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 they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the boat 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 everything's a depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or
my new lifetime policy
Wood grain steering wheel this feel like a pirate ship
How many hot till you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we painting, my nigga
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I ever did was beat the
Cause when you try to get it just don't even out
stopping like we hypnotized
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive we die, we gon' be the gods

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

If she was flavor I savor
No taste buds, hoe
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them eyes an ass raper
Try to my swag like a cheating classmate
be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass like a math paper
So ahead of my late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, and wordy
and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee
Said I put her in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having attacks
Brady's returning, matter fact I may be
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl the pit of it
a fucking Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is shoot off at the fucking mouth
Like a missile, a thunder
100 pound pull the trigger this gun will sound
And you'll get a like Digital Underground
And fuck Ann with a Klan poster
With a post, door handle shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle
Piano, a flannel, sucker, hand soap, butter
A banjo and manhole
Hand over the mouth and nose
ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That's for Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no handle a commando
man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll his whole 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?
stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like Michel'le helium
Leaving them pale medium sized welt
Straight treating 'em like a mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm your problems: self-made
someone else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

Make it, it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I from em; no favors
Clique too big, bread? break it
'Cause these others with the snaking faking
lined up for the taking
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 you feeling yourself right now
But I'm not sure the one
I would them in
Hey, I'm
What are you doing