Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm like Kurupt
When I throw a style you betta
If you don't yo ass is luck

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

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

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

You want war come on, put on the gloves
People call me an artist in the
I draw 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 on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

I got no to live
So make your up
you wanna 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 advise you not to
You be assed out like a flat 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
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava in cold Medina
I get homies to you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but in my mind
Hopin' my baby rhyme grows up to be a platinum album
I fell on, using the to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas put up no smoking signs

asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a
Speedin' like car racin', cream like
Burned out my Playstation cats be scar facin'

Hey old lady, all I can say
By got me lookin' at pocket books, in a different way
Fox got the eye Benz-o
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck 64 Nintendo

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

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

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

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