Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

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

I'm about getting the job done, boy up every
I'm about rolling a seven, when I up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, with ice
I'm taking a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera
In of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble
I'm like "niggas took the but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I platinum too
Mother all your comparisons
I've been to God like that's my therapist
I'm in America
I ain't shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be hearing
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to Flint who get with lead
Others get the hit with the
From they need a handout
But tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is 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 me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain
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 depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never favors or apologies
That's my new lifetime
Wood grain steering this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you start acknowledging
The pictures we painting, my nigga
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I write this shit, I think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause you try to get even it just don't even out
Never like we hypnotized
what we visualize 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 gotta it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause these others lowkey the snaking faking
lined up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no

If she was flavor I won't
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you looking at,
I saw eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag like a cheating
be the last face you see before you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a paper
So of my time late means I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
and nerdy, blatantly 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, I'm saying's cringe worthy
But I'm on Fergie, call Shady number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
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, handle shutter
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, hand soap, butter
A and manhole cover
Hand the mouth and nose smother
Trample ran the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an of her
That's for Sandra Bland ho and
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, no government handle a commando
Your man don't want it, Trump's a
I'll make his brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white like Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", screaming is pointless
Like feeding Michel'le
Leaving them pale faced sized welt
Straight 'em like a cell mate
See me I'm climbing gate
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
Meaning someone else is Made needed?
I'm a...

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

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