Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

I fuck with bake
I don't get stuck with weight
Open shot, smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate
You ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' shit

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

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

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

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

I got pots and strips 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 kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, two nines
These thugs gon' getcha, gon' hit cha
(Getcha)

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

I clap down, back down your wack friends
For that "Cash Money," out "Mack 10's" intro tef
I'm two
(Uh)
You dudes worth it, keep them funny jewels
(Whoa)

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

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

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

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