Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

Crazy like Left 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 outta

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

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

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

You want war on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the
I draw 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' heat somewhere on Wall wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

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

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent
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 on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to you say, "You seen her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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