Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They a shot... Airball
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a hundred 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, the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to that my kids
Won't be home till
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the in the back room with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you noticed
The loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the same
You did and the Bank open
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the shit is in front of your face
Like in between the bricks
If the had name 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 cause I had heart
Waking up to 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
Don't make one of these slums intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with my knee in an old van like

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