Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from em? No
Clique too big, bread? break it
Cause these lowkey with the snaking faking
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from
No favors, no
What I need? No
lined up for the taking
And I need from 'em? no favors

I'm getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, I toss up the dice
I'm getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about a risk, that might fuck up your life
Tell 'em and shoot like camera crews
In front of too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble
I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I platinum too
fuck all your comparisons
I've been talking to God like that's my
I'm in America
I inherit shit but a millionaire under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do this for the
The D to who get sick with lead
Others get the hit with the
From where 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 told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so the what I aim for
When my grandma died, I I got an angel
Show me a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or
That's my new lifetime
Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate
How many hot verses till you start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my
to a higher power
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause when you try to get even it don't even out
Never like we hypnotized
Watch we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
we alive when we die, we gon' be the gods

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

If she was flavor I savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you at, hater?
I saw them eyes like an ass
Try to my swag like a cheating classmate
I'll be the last face you see you pass
When you get your fucking ass graded like a math
So ahead of my time late I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
Brainy and nerdy, dirty
perverted, rapey and scurvy
They blame me for Jamie Lee Curtis
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her a space heater
A furniture, egg beater, thermos
It may be disturbing, what I'm cringe worthy
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady 81
Surely I'm turning the Aaron Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets having attacks
Brady's returning, fact I may be deserving
Of a Pat on the back a Patriots jersey
stomach growl from the pit of it
Like a Terrier hittin' it
Despicable, it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the mouth
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol the trigger this gun will sound
And you'll get a round Digital Underground
And fuck Ann Coulter 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 banjo and cover
Hand over the and nose smother
ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
Go ham or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her
That's for Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so
I'm anti, can't no government a commando
Your man 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 like
Speeding, I'm bout to run a chick, Del Rey CD in?
Females stay 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
Like feeding Michel'le
Leaving them pale faced medium welt
Straight treating 'em like a mate
See me I'm hell's gate
Bitch, I'm like problems: self-made
Meaning someone else is Made needed?
I'm a...

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? gotta it
'Cause these lowkey with the snaking faking
lined 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 'em? no favors

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