Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck about you Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck I look like?
To put a and a desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
Won't be home Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm in play like a fair ball
you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room with a mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera jealous of my
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the same
You did and cracked the Bank
When said 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 dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the shit is sittin in front of face
cement in between the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole shit out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
stamps in the Pathmark,
While some of these ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these come intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

A couple of loose screws stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one proofin
Under the heat like I been roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to heavy music
I'm now home, god, 'Bama it's on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, a milestone
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how
Shoes laced up with the face up,
the same team 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 soul packin the couch
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I went from my house
To THE house, BITCH!