Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck about you 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 fuck about you 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 this heat I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
Won't be home till
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But these rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my life on the eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game the same token
You did and cracked the open
they said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a hole six feet with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is sittin in of your face
Like cement in between the
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole shit started out "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a casio and a tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through cause I had
Waking up to roaches in my box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a and steerin with my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose screws stoppin a train from movin
A of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a and a black hoodie
Head to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I dedicate this to me... FUCK how wrong
laced up with the mainstream face up,
With the same that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, like a up
?With a that'll drain 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 used to me out,
But I went from my house
To THE house, BITCH!