Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it nigga
And when you see me keep it show me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin nigga
Oh I'm on my own I'm about to have a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry fuck you nigga its side a-town
Full-turnt like
the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the playground
Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, down"
My still stirring up the pot
Remember we didn't a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot
Man nigga popping hoes eating up the
I got a new J's geeking on the rocks
And that's a for rap weighing on the stop
I snipe a with a sniper rifle have him lookin 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 in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass
I tear up the club, snap his neck, his bones and his cartilage
Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you children there
I give a fuck what you bitch we bout to be billionaires

I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now they fucking with
Fuck is you 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 they fucking with
is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
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 rush the kid, a MC going 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 on a mission for a million bucks
And any that's a fan probably getting fucked
With no
Yeah I got my own
WTF gang hold it no problem
Wait only me
I been thinking bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he needs a nose job
I have him crying like a grandma soap op's
You holding a drink, don't spill it on me
I you out your 3s [?] yelling opa!
A young nigga, Futuristic
Dude the sickest, care who your clique is
Wanna battle then lose with quickness, lose your bitches
Still spitting like my fucking tooth is
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my
everybody, hailin' to the Germans
I bet they all in grave turning
Think i give a fuck then you got the wrong
Benton]
I ran out all of my to give
We go so hard now they fucking with
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a
They want your thousands, you gotta moving
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 keep 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 from Connecticut end up [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in with my team to a spot I couldn't afford, till' my debit was dry so
Try to [?] is a lie though
Telling myself in my head alright, yo
Page after page I would crumple it up and then throw it I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor a psycho
I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
With the like Spyro
You can see the smoke rise from the wire?
Just a crazy white boy like in Blinders
On seat til my life is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody assisting (No one!)
But I keep going
I still got my that had me from Jump
They still in the Sprinter we the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping these cause it's all that we know
So we to keep up with the schedule
Show after after festival
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking like I should always been doing
I've been doing
You live and you
I'm expected to go from in to exceptional
Money amounts in and I'm killing it now
I've taken the wheel back right 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 word to Kimbo
Jarren 'em how this shit go