Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

you wanna do?
I make your family be you
I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think is?

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

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

Crazy like plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king Kurupt
When I throw a you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is luck

Don't fuck, wid the
If I have to, the blast ya
Then go to to see my pastor
Why ya to be like this

Me and the mic's like Gladys Knight and the Pips
This my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get that shit
Representin' Jersey my hittin' harder than bricks

I'm iller, realer, than ya drug 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 blood, that's what's up
Wid the shit I

Hit the losers wid a Luger, lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' till you get sick ah me on the mic
I'm sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the
Holdin' somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me at pocket books, in a different way
Fox got the bubbled eye
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck 64 Nintendo

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

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

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

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