Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
They took a shot...
You think I give a about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You I give 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 cease and a on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
be home till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no 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 country rap
Got the in the back room with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera jealous of my
And that's if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my open
Played the with the same token
You did and the Bank open
they said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and can't see the
the shit is sittin in front of your face
Like in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be
whole shit started out with "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
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
Enter your dorm room and you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with 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 one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to metal music
I'm now home, god, 'Bama it's on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how
laced up with the mainstream face up,
With the same team that I up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, a change up
?With a pain drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A broke packin the couch
And the used to kick me out,
But I went from packin my
To THE house, BITCH!