Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

I been seeing crack since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the same
Dope burnt up glass and the coke screens
You know that balled up where that dough cream
Hit the block before the birds start

Scope the set before I serve one
In between cars, never out in the
I don't trust vans and I hate suburbans
that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw,

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

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

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

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

On the real, ya don't know me
Don't get found in the with eight shots 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)
Niggaz won't even nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I phrases that'll thrill you

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

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

When I clap down, 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 like asphalt
I shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't me raise up and put my hands on you
[Unverified] a house raids nigga
I'll put my grams on you

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

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

So I quickly move oars Jiffy Lube
Never had it niggas and half the fact niggas
Snortin' magic niggas or the court niggas