Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

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

Crazy like Left plus is like Def
Wid a pen I'm like Kurupt
When I a style you betta 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 tight like Gladys Knight and the Pips
This year my son six
Yo style's wack and you need to get shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my 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 it juts like Latifah's 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 shit I

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 ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' somewhere on Wall Street wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

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

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

I got no reason to
So make 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
Those who dare, I you not to stare
You be assed out like a flat tyre widout a

I declare war I had to even the score
You got me hot like sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the
a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold 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 they put up no smoking signs

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

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at books, in a different 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 heard ah and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and crates

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

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

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