Luyện nghe bài hát No Fucks To Give

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

Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it nigga
And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don't ask me no questions about nigga
Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry you nigga its east side a-town
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 still stirring 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 like he JFK, the leaning out the drop like pop

Tell these bad whores Mr. Benton on the
I hops in a pussy and no I'm not talking Marcus
I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I a carcass
I tear up the club, snap his neck, his bones and his cartilage
Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children
I give a fuck what you saying we bout to be billionaires

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

Ran out of to give, enough of this
I hit you in your upper lip, if you ain't come for
Don't the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit
With Jarren Benton, that's my nigga since
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 fucked
no label
Yeah I got my own
WTF gang it down no problem
Wait that's me
I been thinking about niggas on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he a fucking nose job
I have him crying like a grandma watching op's
You holding a drink, don't spill it on me
I slide you out your 3s [?] opa!
A young nigga, Futuristic
Dude the sickest, don't care who your is
Wanna battle then you'll with quickness, lose your bitches
Still spitting my fucking tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no given in my verse
Exterminating everybody, to the Germans
I bet they all in they grave
Think i give a fuck then you got the wrong
Benton]
I ran out all of my fucks to
We go so hard now fucking with 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
is you doing 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 got nobody by my side, yo
Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a hoe
I from Connecticut end up with [?] like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, 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 the walls and the floor like a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and I Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro
the fire like Spyro
You can see the smoke from 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 backing, nobody assisting promotions (No one!)
But I gotta keep
I still got my homies that had me Jump
They still in the Sprinter we the blunt
When we hitting the road and we gripping shows cause it's all that we know
So we have to keep up the schedule
Show after show festival
Now I'm back counting my
Paying my taxes and stacking like I should 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 back right before other people come run my business into the ground
There ain't a fuck give, yo
Got my fingers up in the window
In the til the day I die and that's word to Kimbo
tell 'em how this shit go