Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred
They took a shot...
You think I give a fuck about you Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck about you 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 heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe my kids
Won't be home Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm in play like a fair ball
you love 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 sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my life on the eye
I a camera jealous of my focus
And that's if you ain't noticed
The loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my open
Played the game the same token
You did and cracked the open
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the shit is in front of your face
cement 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 and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through cause I had
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these slums come you
your dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin my knee in an old van like

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