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, bread? break it
Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
lined up for the taking
And what I from 'em?
No favors, no
I need? No favors
Everything up for the taking
And I need from 'em? no favors

I'm about the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the
I'm about getting my logo off, with ice
I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your
Tell 'em point and like camera crews
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas the flow but I'm still standing too"
I had the Midas touch and then I went platinum too
Mother fuck all comparisons
been talking to God like that's my therapist
I'm African-American in
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He be hearing shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to who get sick with lead
get the hit with the laugh
From where need a handout
But they tell you put up
Only deals I is from the Sam's Club
Now blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world going they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain
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, needed favors or apologies
That's my new lifetime
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel a pirate ship
How many hot verses you bitches start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my
Connected to a higher
How I know? I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just 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 make it
You can save your hand, I ain't shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I from em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
Everything lined up for the
And what I from 'em?
No favors, no

If she was I won't savor
No taste buds, hoe
you looking at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass
Try to copy my swag like a classmate
be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a 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 Jamie Lee
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm cringe worthy
But I'm on Fergie, call Shady number 81
I'm turning into 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 like a Patriots
Inexplicable stomach from 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 cloud
100 pound pull the trigger this gun will sound
And you'll get a round like Underground
And fuck Ann with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, handle shutter
A damn cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap,
A banjo and cover
over the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land
The band, the Lambo, and Road Runner
Go ham or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That's for Sandra ho and Philando
on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn
I'm anti, no government handle a commando
Your man don't it, Trump's a bitch
I'll his whole brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I'm bout to run a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay beatin 'em, bet you lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
Like feeding Michel'le
Leaving them pale medium sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like your self-made
Meaning someone else is self needed?
I'm a...

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

I know you feeling yourself now
But I'm not sure the one
I would call in
Hey, I'm
What are you here?