Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

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

Scope the set before I serve one
In cars, never out in the open
I don't trust and I hate black suburbans
that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw,

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

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

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

I don't give a about the chatter in the background
Never put my down, nigga
This is Mack Town,
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 with shots like Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout
I'll make your bus short like Gary Coleman

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

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

I got more gats and than you
(I'll it hot)
Niggaz even stand next to you
(I the rock)

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

I'm so like asphalt
I spit shit my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me raise up and put my on you
a house sellin' raids nigga
I'll put my grams on you

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

Wanna make the from the street to the fame
But I can't let it weaken my game, man,
Mac flippin' like a transmission
Little nickels, with slick fifty's to stick me
one shot from a glock could stop my injured block

So I move oars like Jiffy Lube
had it niggas and half the fact that niggas
Snortin' magic or the court rattin' niggas