Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

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

fuck, wid the masta
If I to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my
Why ya have to be like

Me and the mic's tight Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son 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 drug dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
Lettin' off, I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You want war on, put on the boxing gloves
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 gon' be rappin' you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
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 reason to
So your mind up

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

I got no reason to
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 I'm pleasin'
Those who dare, I you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat widout a spare

I declare war before I had to even the
You got me hot like on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava in cold Medina
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, using the to do crimes
so many niggas they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', cream carnation
out my Playstation while 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 eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex playin' 64 Nintendo

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

Get lift weights, bust and radiate spreadin' infections
mafia connections, I wanna feel touched like feelings
Start drillin' start out, hittin' wid autos 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 cowards wid so ice
I got to get all that's got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, and magazines
Zines, zines,