Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

Jesus, who the I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping nigga
And when you see me it moving 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 you nigga its east side a-town
Full-turnt a-town
the bully 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 still up the pot
Remember we didn't have a pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot
Man popping hoes eating up the cock
I got a new trap J's geeking on the
And that's a metaphor for rap weighing on the
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. Benton on the
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 that, oh my God you have children there
I give a fuck what you saying bitch we bout to be

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

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

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

(What's up Homegrown, man?)
You no Homegrown no more, I got nobody by my side, yo
with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe
I from Connecticut end up with [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I 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 throw it I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor a psycho
Then I my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
the fire like Spyro
You can see the smoke rise from the wire?
Just a crazy boy like in Peaky Blinders
On seat reclining til my life is
Now I'm on my
No label, no backing, nobody assisting promotions (No one!)
But I keep going
I still got my homies that had me from
They still in the we passing the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping shows cause it's all that we know
So we to keep up with the schedule
Show after after festival
Now I'm back counting my
Paying my taxes and stacking like I should always been doing
I've been doing
You and you learn
I'm to go from in debt to exceptional
amounts 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 I'mma give, yo
Got my middle up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and word to Kimbo
Jarren 'em how this shit go