Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
took 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 heat I spit, shit, Bitch!
I in my wits, Enough to believe that my kids
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop 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 that's shady if you noticed
The things loaded, I put on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my open
the game with the same token
You did and the Bank open
When they said the rap game was in a
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is in front of your face
cement in between the bricks
If the had name 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 hundred grand, bet I
And I made it through cause I had
Waking up to roaches in my box, buddy, that's 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 one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin my knee in an old van like

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