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 a fuck about 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 this that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
Won't be home 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 in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room with a mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera of my focus
And that's shady if you noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my open
Played the with the same token
You did and cracked the Bank
When they 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 you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is sittin in of your face
cement in between the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
whole shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a casio and a tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
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 bitch ass rappers 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 loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred
Under the heat like I been roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to metal music
I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, a milestone
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how
laced up with the mainstream face up,
With the same that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
the game up, like a change up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya 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!