Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

Jesus, who the fuck I sell my soul to to get it popping nigga
And when you see me keep it moving show me 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 the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side a-town
Full-turnt like
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 stirring 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 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 like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop pop

Tell these bad whores Mr. on the market
I hops in a pussy and no I'm not talking 'bout
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 a fuck what you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires

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

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

I've on a mission for a million bucks
And any that's a fan probably getting fucked
With no
I got my own squad
WTF gang hold it no problem
Wait only me
I been thinking about niggas on but these other 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 holding a drink, don't spill it on me
I you out your 3s [?] yelling opa!
A young nigga, that
the sickest, don't care who your clique is
Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, your bitches
Still like my fucking tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my
everybody, hailin' to the Germans
I bet they all in grave turning
Think i 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
want your thousands, you gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my to give
We go so now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a
Funk dead, but the bully keep 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 flew from end up with [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in 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
after 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
Then I my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
With the like Spyro
You can see the rise from the speaker wire?
Just a crazy white boy like in Blinders
On seat til my life is golden
Now I'm on my
No label, no financial backing, nobody promotions (No one!)
But I keep going
I still got my homies that had me Jump
They in the Sprinter we passing the blunt
When we the road and we gripping these shows cause it's all that we know
So we to keep up with the schedule
Show show after festival
Now I'm counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking I should have always been doing
I've always been
You live and you
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 other people come run my business into 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 this go