Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

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

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

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

Give me that hot plate and pop
Shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, that block
Pee pop, set up shop, with a a block, lock 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 a fuck about the chatter in the background
put my straps down, nigga
This is Town, nigga
Ask around, nigga, I never was
Kept leather gloves and the 38 tar

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

I got more pots and then you
(I it hot)
Niggaz even sell nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit phrases that'll you

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

I got more gats and tecs 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," 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 shit my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me up and put my hands on you
[Unverified] a sellin' raids nigga
I'll put my on you [unverified]

Man, I'm so deep in the game
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' shit out

Wanna make the transition the street to the fame
But I can't let it my game, man, listen
Mac flippin' like a transmission
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 the fact that niggas
magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas