Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

1: Benton]
(What happened to Funk nigga?)
no more fucking Funk Volume
All you niggas get is Mr.
I got them pussy shitting kittens
I guillotine the competition
I "what up" to my niggas still in
I'm still and high, I'm on prescription

Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping
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 to have a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side
like a-town
This the bully a motherfucker's ass on the playground
homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, stay down"
My homeboy still up the pot
Remember we have 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 metaphor for rap weighing on the
I a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop

Tell these bad Mr. Benton 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 smell a
I tear up the club, snap his neck, his bones and his cartilage
stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there
I give a fuck what you bitch we bout to be billionaires

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 keep
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
Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga

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

I've been on a mission for a bucks
And any model that's a fan probably getting
With no
I got my own squad
WTF hold it down no problem
Wait that's me
I been thinking about bringing on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he needs a nose job
I have him crying a grandma watching soap op's
You were holding a drink, spill it on me
I slide you out 3s [?] yelling opa!
A young nigga, that
the sickest, don't care who your clique is
Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose your
Still spitting like my tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no given in my verse
Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the
I bet they all in grave turning
i give a fuck then you got the wrong person
Jarren
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 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 Volume's dead, but the bully keep nigga

(What's up Homegrown, man?)
You no no more, I ain't got nobody by my side, yo
Split 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
I moved 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 myself in my head alright, yo
Page page 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 and the floor like a psycho
I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
With the fire like
You can see the smoke rise the speaker wire?
Just a crazy white boy in Peaky Blinders
On reclining til my life is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody promotions (No one!)
But I gotta 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 gripping these shows cause it's all that we
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 always been
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 wheel back right other people come run my business into the ground
ain't a fuck I'mma give, yo
Got my fingers up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and word to Kimbo
tell 'em how this shit go