Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

Nigga, I got no feelings
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 got no feelings
What the fuck you think is?

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

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

Crazy Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like
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
Then go to church to see my
Why ya have to be this

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

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

You want war come on, put on the boxing
call 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 sicker than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Joe
You me though?

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

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

I got no to live
So make mind up
What you do?
I make 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 tyre widout a spare

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

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

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

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a 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
I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas states and flippin' crates

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

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple
A bust nigga, 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 blocks to get all that's got the scenes
glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines,