Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

1: Benton]
(What happened to Volume nigga?)
no more fucking Funk Volume
All you get is Mr. Benton
I got them niggas shitting kittens
I the fucking competition
I "what up" to my still in prison
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 about to have a nervous
Ass up face down that's the way the fuck you nigga its east side a-town
Full-turnt like
This the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the
Your homeboy like "Jesus 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 popping hoes eating up the cock
I got a new trap J's 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 bad whores Mr. Benton on the market
I in a pussy and no I'm not talking 'bout Marcus
I a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass
I tear up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his
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 gotta keep
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now they with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a
Funk Volume's dead, but the 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 the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit
Jarren Benton, that's my nigga since 2-0-1-1
I'm circles around you niggas, I'm playing duck duck

I've been on a mission for a million
And any model that's a fan getting fucked
With no
Yeah I got my own
WTF hold it down no problem
Wait only me
I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a til he needs a fucking nose job
I him crying like a grandma watching soap op's
You were a drink, don't spill it on me
I slide you out your 3s [?] opa!
A nigga, that Futuristic
Dude the sickest, don't care who clique is
battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose your bitches
Still spitting like my fucking is missing
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my
everybody, hailin' to the Germans
I bet they all in they grave
Think i a fuck then you got the wrong person
Benton]
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 fucks to
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 ain't got by my side, yo
Split with my management, now I am all by myself, even got a side hoe
I flew from Connecticut end up [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I 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 punching the walls 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 Spyro
You can see the smoke from the speaker wire?
Just a crazy boy like in Peaky Blinders
On seat reclining til my life is
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody promotions (No one!)
But I keep going
I still got my homies had me from Jump
They still in the Sprinter we the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause all that we know
So we have to keep up with the
Show after show festival
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and like I should have always been doing
I've been doing
You and you learn
I'm expected to go from in debt to
Money amounts in accounts and I'm it now
I've taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the
There ain't a fuck give, yo
Got my middle fingers up in the
In the ring til the day I die and that's to Kimbo
tell 'em how this shit go