Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

the set before I serve one person
In between cars, out in the open
I don't vans and I hate black suburbans
Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour,
Uncut raw,

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

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

Give me hot plate and pyrax pop
Shit, I'll show you how to fire 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 I'll lock down the half a block

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

On the real, ya niggaz know me
get found in the lake with eight shots like Kobe
It's the Gouch, you talkin' bout homie?
I'll make your bus stop short Gary Coleman

I got pots and strips then you
(I it hot)
Niggaz won't even sell 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, nuzi two
These thugs gon' getcha, 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)

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

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

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

Wanna the transition from the street to the fame
But I can't let it my game, man, listen
Picture Mac 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 Jiffy Lube
had it niggas and half the fact that niggas
Snortin' magic niggas or the court rattin'