Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

What you do?
I make family 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 your family be missing you

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

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

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

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

I'm iller, realer, ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I stop you 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 I maneuver

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 on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

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

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no reason
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 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 Flava Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to make you say, "You her?"

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

asthmatic, ballin' like Madden
Cream, attractive like a magnet
Speedin' like car racin', like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while be scar facin'

Hey old lady, all I can say
By got me lookin' 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, in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, fake or
Penetrates I only heard ah tens and eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and flippin'

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

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

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