Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I a fuck about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
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 fuck I like?
To put a cease and a desist on this heat I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't
I'm in play 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 open 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 ain't
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
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 much dope I had to my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
the shit is sittin in front of your face
Like 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 with a and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
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 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 the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

A couple of loose screws ain't a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a and a black hoodie
bangin to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up with the mainstream 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!)
to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A broke soul packin the
And the landlord used to me out,
But I from packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!