Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

Nigga, I got no feelings
What the you think this is?
I got no to live
So make your up

What you do?
I make your be missing you
Nigga I got no feelings
What the fuck you think is?

I got no reason to
So make mind up
What you do?
I your family be missing you

Dustin' you off dirty finger prints on evidence
me ya dead like presidents
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy Jeff
The man just Meth

Crazy like Left jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta
If you don't yo ass is outta

fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll ya
Then go to church to see my
Why ya to be like this

Me and the mic's tight like Knight and the Pips
year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' than bricks

I'm iller, realer, than ya local dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
Lettin' off, I stop you gettin' off
you feel it juts like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, what's up
Wid the shit I

Hit the losers wid a Luger, than lay up in
I'm be rappin' till you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

Nigga, I ain't got no
What the you think this is?
I got no to live
So your mind up

you wanna do?
I your family be missing you
Nigga I ain't got no
What the you think this is?

I got no to live
So make your up
you wanna do?
I your family be missing you

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent
It in you if you I'm pleasin'
who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat widout a spare

I declare war before I had to the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the
a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get to make you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but only in my
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum
I fell on, the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like
Cream, automatic attractive like a
like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while be scar facin'

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at books, in a different way
Fox got the eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, or real
Penetrates I only heard ah and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas states and flippin' crates

Get lift weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections, I wanna feel like feelings
Start drillin' start ampin' out, wid autos campin' out
Wid innovative calculative creative

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a seconds
A bust nigga, from a I can peep a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but cash to get up
Man them diamonds got is nice, hot

Never seen cowards wid so ice
I got to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines,