Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

Jesus, who the fuck I sell my soul to to get it popping nigga
And when you see me keep it moving me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin nigga
Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry you nigga its east side a-town
Full-turnt a-town
the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the playground
Your homeboy "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, stay down"
My homeboy still 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 J's geeking on the rocks
And that's a metaphor for rap on the stop
I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the leaning out the drop like pop

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

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

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

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

(What's up Homegrown, man?)
You no Homegrown no more, I ain't got by my side, yo
with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe
I flew Connecticut end up with [?] like 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 [?] is a lie though
Telling in my head it's alright, yo
Page after I would crumple it up and then throw it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the like a psycho
I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
With the fire Spyro
You can see the rise from the speaker wire?
Just a crazy white boy in Peaky Blinders
On seat til my life is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody promotions (No one!)
But I keep going
I still got my that had me from Jump
They still in the Sprinter we passing the
When we hitting the road and we these shows cause it's all that we know
So we have to keep up the schedule
Show after show after
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and like I should have always been doing
I've always been
You live and you
I'm expected to go from in to exceptional
amounts in accounts and I'm killing it now
I've the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the ground
There ain't a I'mma give, yo
Got my fingers up in the window
In the til the day I die and that's word to Kimbo
Jarren tell 'em how shit go