Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They took a shot...
You think I a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I like?
To put a and a desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
Won't be home Christmas
on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play like a ball
Know you to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But these country rap
Got the bitch in the room with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera of my focus
And that's shady if you noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane
Played the with the same token
You did and cracked the open
When they said the rap game was in a
I was in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the shit is in front of your face
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of slums come intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a and steerin with my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes up with the mainstream face up,
With the same that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, a change up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A broke soul the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I went from packin my
To THE house, BITCH!