Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

Crazy like Left plus 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 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 Gladys Knight and the Pips
year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you to get that shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps harder than bricks

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

You want war come on, put on the gloves
call me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I blood, that's 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
Holdin' heat on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

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

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

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

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

I'm pregnant, but only in my
my baby 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, ballin' Madden
Cream, automatic attractive a magnet
like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation cats be scar facin'

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

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

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

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a seconds
A nigga, from 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 the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and
Zines, zines,