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 mind up

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

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

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

Crazy like Left jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king like
When I throw a style you duck
If you don't yo ass is outta

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

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

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

You war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People me an artist in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, that'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 than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

you wanna do?
I make your be missing you
I ain't 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

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 a flat tyre widout a spare

I declare war I had to even the score
You got me hot like on the shore, I'm runnin' 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 on, using the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' Madden
Cream, automatic like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while cats be 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 Kurupt flex playin' 64 Nintendo

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

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

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

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