Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

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

like Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm king Kurupt
I throw a style you betta duck
If you yo ass is outta luck

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

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

I'm iller, realer, ya local drug dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
off, where I stop you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like kiss in set it off

You want war on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an in the canvas
'Cause I draw blood, what's up
Wid the I maneuver

Hit the losers wid a Luger, lay up in Aruba
I'm be rappin' 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 somewhere on Wall wid Sloppy Joe
You hear me

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

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

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

My name is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent
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 the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in Medina
I get to make 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, the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking

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

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at pocket books, in a way
Fox got the bubbled eye
I'm in the back of Kurupt truck playin' 64 Nintendo

Get peeled, in the fields
Raw dog raw deals, either ill, fake or real
Penetrates I only 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' ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos innovative creative

nigga, hectic, wid a couple seconds
A bust nigga, from a 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 blocks to get all that's got the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and
Zines, zines,