Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look
To put a cease and a desist on this heat I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe my kids
be home till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play like a fair
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the
But these rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back with a open mouth AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game the same token
You did and the Bank open
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the shit is sittin in of your face
Like in between the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole 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
Waking up to roaches in my 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 slums intercept you
your dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
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 loose screws ain't stoppin a train from
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one 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 on 20, that's a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I dedicate this song to me... how wrong
Shoes up with the mainstream face up,
With the same team that I came up (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the up, like a change up
?With a pain that'll on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to weezy pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A broke packin the couch
And the used to kick me out,
But I went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!