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 standin on top of a hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to that my kids
Won't be home Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm stuck in play 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 Lord it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my grand daddy named Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane
Played the game with the same
You did and cracked the open
When they said the rap was in a drought
I was swimmin in so dope I had to break my life jacket out like

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 and can't see the gift
When the shit is sittin in of your face
cement in between the bricks
If the had name for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole 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 it through cause I had heart
Waking up to in my cereal box, buddy, that's 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 dorm room and punk you, you internet
I'm loaded with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with my knee in an old van like

A couple of screws ain't stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred
Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black
Head bangin to heavy metal
I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama on!
rocks out the window on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I dedicate this to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up with the mainstream up,
With the same team that I up with (Mayne WHAT!)
the game up, like 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 packin the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!