Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

I don't fuck with
I don't never get with weight
Open shot, smoker 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 them red caps, to hit
Dope fiends they hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you the bread at
You catchin' my drift? But I see where your at
You to bitch

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

I give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Never put my straps down,
This is Town, nigga
Ask around, bitch nigga, I 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
the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?
I'll make bus stop short like Gary Coleman

I got more pots and then you
(I it hot)
Niggaz even sell nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit phrases thrill you

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

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

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

I'm so street like
I spit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me up and put my hands on you
a house sellin' 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 from the street to the fame
But I can't let it my game, man, listen
Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, with fifty's tryin' to stick me
one shot from a glock could stop my injured block

So I quickly move oars like Jiffy
Never had it and half the fact that niggas
Snortin' magic niggas or the rattin' niggas