Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

I been crack rock since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack to the same damn
Dope fiends burnt up glass and the screens
You know that balled up cash where that cream
Hit the block the birds start chirpin'

Scope the set before I one person
In between cars, out in the open
I don't vans and I hate black suburbans
Crack that I'm servin', buck tour, nigga
raw, nigga

I fuck with bake
I don't never get stuck with
Open shot, every wit' a straight, brush my gate
You makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit

Fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm to flip
Keep smokers on red caps, stressin' to hit
Dope fiends with they hair back, they drip
I'm tryin' to show you the bread at
You catchin' my But I see where your head at
You to bitch

Give me hot plate and pyrax pop
Shit, show you how to fire that rock, supply that block
Pee pop, set up shop, a half a block, lock down half the block
Turn that half a block to other his block
Then lock down the other half a block

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the
put my straps down, nigga
This is Mack Town,
Ask around, nigga, I never was
Kept gloves and the 38 tar snub

On the real, ya niggaz don't me
Don't get found in the lake with eight like Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you bout homie?
make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman

I got pots and strips then you
(I it hot)
won't even sell nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit phrases that'll you

I got with clips, with lasers that'll kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, two nines
These thugs gon' getcha, gon' hit cha
(Getcha)

I got more and tecs than you
(I'll it hot)
Niggaz won't stand next to you
(I the rock)

When I down, back down your wack friends
For that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's" tef
I'm two
(Uh)
You dudes ain't worth it, them funny jewels
(Whoa)

I'm so street asphalt
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack
Don't make me raise up and put my on you
[Unverified] a house sellin' nigga
put my grams on you [unverified]

Man, I'm so deep in the game
Got one foot to the street, the other to the fame
I'm seesaw, to balance shit out
Until then, I got a six gon' silence out

Wanna make the transition from the street to the
But I can't let it my game, man, listen
Picture Mac flippin' like a
Little nickels, with slick fifty's to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could my injured block

So I quickly move like Jiffy Lube
Never had it niggas and half the that niggas
magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas