Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and see the gift
the shit is sittin in front of your face
Like in between the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a casio and a tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through I had heart
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

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