Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

Crazy like Left 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

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

Me and the mic's 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 harder than bricks

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

You want war on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the
'Cause I draw blood, that'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 than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
heat somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

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

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

I declare war before I had to even the
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flav in cold Medina
I get homies to you say, "You seen 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 they put up no signs

Charismatic asthmatic, like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a
Speedin' like car racin', cream like
Burned out my Playstation while cats be 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 truck 64 Nintendo

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

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

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

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