Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from em? No
Clique too big, gotta break it
Cause these others lowkey with the faking
Everything lined up for the
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, when I up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded 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, happened to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas the flow but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all comparisons
I've been to God like that's 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 this for the
The D to Flint who get sick with
Others get the hit the laugh
From they need a handout
But they tell you put up
Only deals I is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know I came from
Born in a world going where they told me I 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, needed favors or apologies
That's my new lifetime
grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you start acknowledging
The we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just even out
Never stopping like we
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we gon' be the

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

If she was flavor I savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw them like an ass raper
Try to copy my like a cheating classmate
I'll be the face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a paper
So ahead of my time means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, dirty
Insanely perverted, and scurvy
They me for murdering Jamie 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 cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady 81
Surely I'm turning into the Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the having panic attacks
returning, matter fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots
Inexplicable growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking Terrier it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking
Like a missile, a thunder
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun sound
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And Ann Coulter with a Klan 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 Land
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 wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no government handle a
Your man 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 like
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but is pointless
feeding Michel'le helium
Leaving them pale faced medium sized
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm your problems: self-made
Meaning else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

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

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