Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want war on, put on the boxing gloves
call me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I blood, that's what's up
Wid the shit I

Hit the losers wid a Luger, than lay up in
I'm gon' be 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 somewhere on Wall Street wid Joe
You me though?

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

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

I got no to live
So make mind up
What you 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 you not to stare
You be assed out like a tyre widout a spare

I declare war I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm the floor
a ballerina, I go back 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 up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the to do crimes
so many niggas they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' Madden
Cream, automatic like a magnet
like 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 books, in a different way
Fox got the eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex playin' 64 Nintendo

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

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

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