Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

1: Jarren
(What happened to Volume nigga?)
Ain't no more fucking Funk
All you niggas get is Mr.
I got them pussy shitting kittens
I the fucking competition
I "what up" to my still in prison
I'm still and high, I'm on prescription

Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my to to get it popping nigga
And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin
Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side a-town
Full-turnt a-town
This the beat a motherfucker's ass on the playground
Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, dead, stay down"
My homeboy stirring up the pot
Remember we didn't a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot
Man nigga hoes eating up the cock
I got a new trap J's on the rocks
And that's a metaphor for rap on the stop
I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop

Tell these bad whores Mr. on the market
I hops in a pussy and no I'm not talking Marcus
I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I a carcass
I tear up the club, his neck, break his bones and his cartilage
stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there
I give a fuck you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires

I ran out all of my to give
We go so hard now fucking with this
is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
They your thousands, you gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my to give
We go so hard now fucking with this
Fuck is you bitch, I'm not a human
Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga

Ran out of to give, enough of this
I hit you in your upper lip, if you come for this
Don't the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit
With Jarren Benton, that's my nigga 2-0-1-1
I'm running around you niggas, I'm playing duck duck

I've been on a mission for a million
And any model a fan probably getting fucked
With no
Yeah I got my own
WTF gang hold it no problem
Wait that's me
I been thinking about bringing on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a til he needs a fucking nose job
I have him crying like a grandma watching op's
You holding a drink, don't spill it on me
I slide you out your 3s [?] opa!
A young nigga, that
Dude the sickest, don't care who clique is
Wanna battle then you'll with quickness, lose your bitches
spitting like my fucking tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no fucks in my verse
Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the
I bet they all in they turning
Think i give a then you got the wrong person
Jarren
I ran out all of my to give
We go so hard now fucking with this
is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
They want your thousands, you gotta keep
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now fucking with this
Fuck is you bitch, I'm not a human
Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin'

(What's up Homegrown, man?)
You no no more, I ain't got nobody by my side, yo
Split with my management, now I am all by myself, even got a side hoe
I flew from Connecticut end up with [?] I'm 5-0
Then I in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, till' my debit was dry so
Try to regroup [?] is a lie
myself in my head it's alright, yo
Page after page I would crumple it up and then it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm on my pyro
With the fire Spyro
You can see the smoke rise from the speaker
a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders
On seat reclining til my is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody promotions (No one!)
But I gotta going
I got my homies that had me from Jump
still in the Sprinter we passing the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows it's all that we know
So we have to up with the schedule
Show show after festival
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking like I have always been doing
I've always been
You and you learn
I'm expected to go from in debt to
Money in accounts and I'm killing it now
I've taken the back right before other people come run my business into the ground
There ain't a fuck give, yo
Got my fingers up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and that's word to
Jarren tell 'em how shit go