Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm on top of a muthafuckin hundred grand
They took a shot...
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, what the 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
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't
I'm stuck in play a fair ball
you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But these 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 jealous of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the with the same token
You did and the Bank open
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 know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
Just to see me
You're window 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 with a casio and a tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
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 of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you 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 screws ain't stoppin a train movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm one hundred proofin
Under the heat I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
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 better remain (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!