Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm iller, realer, than ya local drug
Come to my villa, the nine milla
off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like kiss in set it off

You want war come on, put on the gloves
People call me an in the canvas
'Cause I blood, that's what's up
Wid the I maneuver

Hit the wid a Luger, than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' 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 Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

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

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

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent
It in you if you skeezin' I'm
who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out 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 the floor
Like a ballerina, I go like Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get to make you say, "You seen 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 niggas they put up no smoking signs

asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, automatic like a magnet
Speedin' car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation 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 flex truck playin' 64 Nintendo

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

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

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

seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all that's got the scenes
glocks, tech nines, sixteens and magazines
Zines, zines,