Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

I been crack rock since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the damn
Dope fiends up glass and the coke screens
You know balled up cash where that dough cream
Hit the before 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 hate suburbans
Crack that I'm servin', buck tour, nigga
raw, nigga

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

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

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

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

On the real, ya niggaz don't me
Don't get found in the lake with eight like Kobe
the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?
I'll make your bus stop short like Gary

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

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

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

When I clap down, back down your wack
For "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's" intro tef
I'm two
(Uh)
You dudes worth it, keep them funny jewels
(Whoa)

I'm so street asphalt
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, Mack Mittens
Don't make me raise up and put my 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 feet to the fame
I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance 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
Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, with fifty's tryin' to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured

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