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 a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
They took a shot...
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 like?
To put a cease and a desist on heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But these country rap
Got the bitch in the back room with a mouth 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 grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game the same token
You did and cracked the open
When they 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 lips
I know dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the is sittin 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 a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I made it through I had heart
Waking up to in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a to say they had it hard
Don't one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van like

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