Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They 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 hundred
They took a shot...
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 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 list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play like a ball
you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the in the back room with a open mouth AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a camera of my focus
And that's shady if you noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy Otis
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 jacket 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 window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is sittin in front of your
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be
This whole shit started out "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I it through cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
stamps in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say had it hard
Don't make one of these slums come you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you goon
I'm loaded with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my in an old van like

A couple of loose screws ain't 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 black
Head bangin to heavy music
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up with the face up,
With the same team that I came up (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, a change up
?With a that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A broke soul the couch
And the used to kick me out,
But I went from packin my
To THE house, BITCH!