Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

I don't fuck bake
I don't never get stuck with
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 on them red caps, stressin' to hit
fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you the bread at
You my drift? But I see where your head at
You stressin' to

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 in the background
Never put my down, nigga
is Mack Town, nigga
Ask around, bitch nigga, I was
leather gloves and the 38 tar snub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanna make the transition the street to the fame
But I let it weaken my game, man, listen
Picture Mac flippin' like a
Little nickels, slick fifty's tryin' to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock stop my injured block

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