Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

I fuck with bake
I don't never get stuck with
Open shot, every smoker 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 on them red caps, stressin' to hit
Dope fiends with they back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you where the at
You catchin' my But I see where your head at
You to bitch

Give me that hot 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 lock down the other half a block

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the
put my straps down, nigga
This is Mack Town,
Ask around, bitch nigga, I was
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar

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 talkin' homie?
I'll make bus stop short like Gary Coleman

I got pots and strips then you
(I it hot)
won't 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
These thugs gon' getcha, gon' hit cha
(Getcha)

I got more and tecs than 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 ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels
(Whoa)

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

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

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