Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

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

Fuck to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip
Keep smokers on them red caps, to hit
Dope fiends with hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to you where the bread 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 that
Pee pop, set up shop, with a a block, lock down half the block
that half a block to other half his block
Then lock down the other half a block

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm so like asphalt
I spit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
make 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 deep in the game
Got one foot to the street, the feet to the fame
I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance 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 weaken my game, man,
Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, with slick fifty's tryin' to me
Knowing one shot from a could stop my injured block

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