Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

Crazy like plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king Kurupt
When I a style you betta duck
If you yo ass is outta luck

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

Me and the mic's tight like Gladys and the Pips
This year my son 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 local dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I you gettin' off
Make you 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 I maneuver

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 sicker ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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