Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

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

Tell bad whores Mr. Benton on the market
I hops in a pussy and no I'm not 'bout Marcus
I a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass
I up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his cartilage
Jarren talking like that, oh my God you have children there
I give a 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 bitch, I'm not a human
They want your thousands, you keep 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

Ran out of fucks to give, enough of
I hit you in upper lip, if you ain't come for this
rush the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit
With Jarren Benton, my nigga 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 model a fan probably getting fucked
With no
I got my own squad
WTF gang hold it no problem
Wait only me
I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck a blowjob
Hit a til he needs a fucking nose job
I have him crying like a grandma soap op's
You were holding a drink, don't it on me
I slide you out your 3s [?] opa!
A young nigga, Futuristic
Dude the sickest, care who your clique is
Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose bitches
Still spitting like my tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my
Exterminating everybody, to the Germans
I bet they all in grave turning
Think i give a then you got the wrong person
Benton]
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
They want your thousands, you gotta moving
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now they with this
is you doing 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
Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a hoe
I flew from end up with [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, till' my 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 throw it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my punching the walls and the floor like a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and I Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
With the fire like
You can see the smoke rise from the wire?
Just a crazy boy like in Peaky Blinders
On reclining til my life is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody assisting (No one!)
But I gotta keep
I still got my homies that had me from
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 up with the schedule
after show after festival
Now I'm back my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have been doing
always been doing
You and you learn
I'm expected to go in debt to exceptional
Money amounts in and I'm killing it now
I've taken the back right before other people come run my business into the ground
ain't a fuck I'mma give, yo
Got my middle up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and word to Kimbo
tell 'em how this shit go