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 a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no to quit, what the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a desist on heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to 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 fair
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But these country rap
Got the in the back room with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my life on the eye
I a camera jealous of my focus
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
Played the game with the same
You did and cracked the Bank
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the is sittin in front of your 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 a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I it through 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 your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose ain't stoppin a train from movin
A of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I metal 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 on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I dedicate song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up the mainstream face up,
With the same that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, like a up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya better tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A broke packin the couch
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!