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 burnt up glass and the screens
You know that balled up cash where that dough
Hit the block the birds start chirpin'

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

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

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

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

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

On the real, ya don't know me
Don't get found in the lake eight shots like Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you 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 that'll you

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

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

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

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

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

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