Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm iller, realer, than ya drug dealer
Come to my villa, meet the milla
off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts Latifah's kiss in set it off

You war come 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' till you motherfuckas get ah me on the mic
I'm than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Wall wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

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

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no reason
It in you if you I'm pleasin'
Those who dare, I you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre a spare

I declare war I had to even the score
You got me hot sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava in cold Medina
I get homies to make you say, "You 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
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like
Cream, automatic attractive like a
like car racin', cream like carnation
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 truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, skills in the
Raw dog raw deals, either ill, fake or real
I only heard ah tens and thirty eights
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 drillin' start ampin' out, hittin' wid campin' out
Wid autos innovative calculative

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 them y'all got is nice, hot

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