Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck 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 desist on heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I in my wits, Enough to believe that my kids
Won't be home Christmas
on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room with a open AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera jealous of my
And that's shady if you 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 cracked the Bank
When said 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 you'd dig a hole six feet with a spoon
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the shit is sittin in front of your
Like cement in 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 with a and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
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 bitch ass rappers will a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these slums come you
Enter dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my 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 heavy metal
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin out the window on 20, that's a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I dedicate this song to me... how wrong
laced up with 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 on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to weezy pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I from packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!