Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
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 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 this heat I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
Won't be till Christmas
on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to 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 it all and Lord knows it
Put my on the bull's eye
I a camera jealous of my focus
And that's if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the token
You did and the Bank open
they said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the is sittin in front of your face
cement in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be
whole shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my box, buddy, that's a bad start!
stamps in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it
Don't one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a and steerin with my knee in an old van like

A of loose screws ain't stoppin a train from movin
A couple of short of a ? and I'm still 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, yesterday is now
I dedicate this song to me... FUCK how
Shoes laced up the mainstream face up,
With the same team 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 weezy pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I went from packin my
To THE house, BITCH!