Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about getting the job done, boy up every
I'm about rolling a seven, I toss up the dice
I'm about my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still too"
Thought I had the touch and then I went platinum too
fuck all your comparisons
I've been talking to God like my therapist
I'm in America
I ain't inherit but a millionaire under 30
So He be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do for the crib
The D to Flint who get with lead
get the hit with the laugh
From where they a handout
But tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Club
Now it's blue in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going where told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the what I aim for
When my grandma died, I I got an angel
Show me everything's a blessing on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed or apologies
That's my new lifetime
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a ship
How many hot verses you bitches start acknowledging
The we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a power
How I 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I did was beat the odds
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 when we die, we gon' be the gods

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

If she was flavor I won't
No taste buds, hoe
Fuck you 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 graded 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, dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee
Said I put her face in the furnace, her with a space heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets panic attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back a Patriots jersey
Inexplicable stomach growl the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pistol pull the trigger this gun will sound
And you'll get a like Digital Underground
And Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some soap, butter
A and manhole cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Runner
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an of her
That's for Sandra ho and Philando
on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no government handle a
Your man don't want it, Trump's a
I'll make his whole 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 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like feeding helium
Leaving them pale faced medium welt
Straight treating 'em like a mate
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
someone else is self Made needed?
I'm a...

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

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