Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a desist on this that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
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 rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room with a open AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a camera of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
the game with the same token
You did and the Bank open
When they said the rap was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and see the gift
the shit is sittin in front of your face
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole shit started out "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a and a farmers tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I made it through cause I had
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm loaded with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

A couple of loose screws stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm one hundred proofin
Under the like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
bangin to heavy metal music
I'm now home, god, 'Bama it's on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I dedicate this to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up the mainstream face up,
With the same team that I up with (Mayne WHAT!)
the game up, like a change up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A broke packin the couch
And the used to kick me out,
But I went from my house
To THE house, BITCH!