Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a 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 desist on this 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 clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the
But these country rap
Got the bitch in the back with 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 daddy Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane
Played the game the same token
You did and the Bank open
When they the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the shit is sittin in front of face
Like cement in the bricks
If the had name for me, I'd be Slumerican
This shit 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 roaches in my 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 come you
Enter your dorm room and you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a and steerin with my knee in an old van like

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