Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They a shot... Airball
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 look
To put a and a desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe my kids
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm stuck in play like a ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But these rap tunes
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 a camera jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you ain't
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the same
You did and cracked the open
When they said the rap was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the 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 cause I had heart
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these slums 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 of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one proofin
Under the heat I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to heavy music
I'm now home, god, 'Bama it's on!
rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I dedicate song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up with the mainstream up,
With the team that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, like a up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain (Mayne WHAT!)
to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I from packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!