Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

1: Benton]
(What happened to Volume nigga?)
Ain't no more fucking Volume
All you get is Mr. Benton
I got them pussy niggas shitting
I guillotine the fucking
I "what up" to my niggas in prison
I'm still 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 keep it moving show me love and ask me no questions about Hopsin nigga
Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to have a breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side
like a-town
This the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the
Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, dead, stay down"
My homeboy still up the pot
we didn't have a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot
Man nigga hoes eating up the cock
I got a new J's geeking on the rocks
And that's a metaphor for rap weighing on the
I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop

Tell these bad whores Mr. 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, break his bones and his
Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children
I give a fuck you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires

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
They want your thousands, you gotta keep
I ran out all of my to give
We go so hard now they fucking this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a
Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin'

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 Benton, that's my nigga since 2-0-1-1
I'm running around you niggas, I'm playing duck duck

I've been on a for a million bucks
And any model that's a fan probably getting
With no
I got my own squad
WTF gang it down no problem
Wait that's me
I been about bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he needs a fucking job
I have him like a grandma watching soap op's
You were holding a drink, don't it on me
I slide you out 3s [?] yelling opa!
A young nigga, that
Dude the sickest, care who your clique is
Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose bitches
Still spitting like my fucking tooth is
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my
Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the
I bet all in they grave turning
i give a fuck then you got the wrong person
Jarren
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 fucking with this
Fuck is you 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 got nobody by my side, yo
Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a hoe
I flew 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 in my head it's alright, yo
Page after page I would it up and then throw it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my
With the fire like
You can see the smoke from the speaker wire?
Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky
On seat reclining til my is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, assisting promotions (No one!)
But I gotta keep
I still got my homies that had me Jump
They in the Sprinter we passing the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping these cause it's all that we know
So we have to keep up the schedule
Show after show festival
Now I'm counting 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 from in debt to
amounts in accounts and I'm killing it now
I've taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business the ground
There a fuck I'mma give, yo
Got my fingers up in the window
In the ring til the day I die and that's word to
Jarren tell 'em how shit go