Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

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 like
This the beat 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 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 for rap weighing on the stop
I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop pop

Tell these bad whores Mr. Benton on the
I hops in a pussy and no I'm not 'bout Marcus
I bodied a in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass
I tear up the club, his neck, break his bones and his cartilage
Jarren stop 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 bitch, I'm not a human
want your thousands, you gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now they fucking with
is you doing 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
Don't rush the kid, a MC going hammer don't my shit
Jarren Benton, that's my nigga 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
I got my own squad
WTF hold it down no problem
that's only me
I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he a fucking nose job
I him crying like a grandma watching soap op's
You were holding a drink, don't it on me
I you out your 3s [?] yelling opa!
A nigga, that Futuristic
Dude the sickest, don't 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 grave turning
Think i give a fuck you got the wrong person
Jarren
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
They want your thousands, you gotta keep
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so now they fucking with 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 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
Then I moved in with my team to a spot I couldn't afford, till' my debit was dry so
Try to regroup [?] is a lie
Telling myself in my head alright, yo
Page after page I would crumple it up and then it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio the walls and the floor like a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my
With the fire Spyro
You can see the smoke rise from the speaker
a crazy white boy like in Peaky 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 homies that had me from
They in the Sprinter we passing the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause it's all that we
So we have to up with the schedule
Show after show festival
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have always been
I've been doing
You live and you
I'm to go from in debt to exceptional
Money amounts in accounts and I'm it now
I've taken the wheel back right before other come run my business into the ground
There a fuck I'mma give, yo
Got my middle up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and that's word to
Jarren 'em how this shit go